Another swarm of bees has taken up residence in our apiaryPosted by Fiona Nevile in Bees | 10 comments
“Are you sure that they haven’t moved from number 11 to number 10?”
“Of course not. Can’t you see the gentle flow of bees to and from number 11? The ones in number 10 are a much bigger swarm. Just listen to them.”
We have renamed our small apiary “Downing Street”. Here in the UK, the Prime Minister occupies number10 and his most powerful assistant, the Chancellor of the Exchequer (finance minister), lives next door.
Events on the bee front have been dramatic in the past week or so. And drama is the keyword for UK politics at the moment.
A tiny colony – referred to as a caste – moved into number 11 last weekend. I heard a roar this evening, as loud as our neighbours’ boiler, coming from the apiary area beside the pond. Another swarm of bees had moved into our main beehive – Number 10. The air was filled with bees making orientation flights. Meanwhile inside the hive the main colony was spring cleaning. The distinct buzzing was a true joy.
So now two new colonies have moved into our hives and we are delighted.
We were so sad when we lost both our bee colonies last winter. I couldn’t even bear to blog about it. The garden this spring seemed strangely silent, bee wise.
I planned to buy a colony if we had a windfall. This would cost about £100. So I was expecting a summer without bees.
The arrival of the small swarm was a delight. I spent hours watching them fly to and fro. Today’s arrival is our second silver spoon. A larger swarm of bees has taken up residence in the other hive. This evening I’ve been out beside the pond, watching both colonies, enjoying their industry and thanking the universe for such good luck.
We’re going to examine our new colonies at the weekend. All I need to do is mend the holes that nesting mice made in our bee suits last winter. That’s the job for tomorrow evening and if D lends me his laptop again there should be another post!
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