Bee School, Bee Conferences and 53 Days until Bee Day

The brutal winter has finally broken, and so have the surviving clusters of bees and solitary humans. It's warm enough for the girls to make cleansing flights and for me to paint the hive boxes that have been sitting in my basement since Christmas.

The last couple of months have been spent going to bee club meetings, getting involved in the running of the club, going to bee conferences and the long awaited bee school.  

I was surprised at the February club meeting when over 80 people showed up. We had to go find extra chairs and everything.  That's the first time since I started going in August that I've seen so many people. Newbies like me are peppering the old timers with questions, and the more answers we get, the more our heads want to explode.  

The first thing most people notice is the vocabulary.  Beekeepers generally speak English, but for a total novice listening in for the first time, it might as well be Binar or ancient Sanskrit.  Just figuring out what to call the pieces of a hive was confusing enough. I learned that a hive body is the same as a brood box is the same as a super, and they can be deeps or mediums. Then there are frames, foundation, queen excluders, telescoping covers, feeders; the list goes on for days.  If you're really curious, this link is a good place to learn bee words.

There are so many variables to consider, but in the end, the bees will do what they're going to do. Our instructor, a fascinating youngish farm girl with over 20 years experience with bees, assures us that no matter what we do, it's totally fine. The bees don't care. I find this helpful since there has been a philosophical battle going on in my head over what type of foundation, if any, I should use. Gah! After having purchased 60 frames worth of wax coated plastic, Winn, the reigning king of the Old-Timers, said that the bees would rather have all wax sheets, and if you put the two types next to each other, they'll draw out the wax twice as fat as the plastic.  Wonderful. I still had 40 more frames and foundation to buy, so I ordered myself some pre-wired, natural wax sheets. Ok, good. My bees will be happy.

Then, on Saturday, I went to the Michigan Beekeepers Association conference and listened to another wizened old expert, and he said that he doesn't use ANY foundation in his hives.  He lets his bees choose the size of their cells instead of having to follow the embossed pattern on the stuff we give them.  By drawing their own comb from scratch, his bees no longer have a problem with the varroa mites, one of the horsemen of the current bee apocalypse.  Well, alrighty then. Maybe I'll just go without foundation. In the next session I attended, the speaker cautioned against going au naturel as the bees will  build a giant labyrinth of comb that will be impossible to inspect.

Uncle already.

I've decided to compromise...I'll start the bottom two brood boxes with the natural wax, and when they've drawn that out, I'll add the plasticell.  Eventually, I'll start swapping out frames with starter strips and let them go to town.  (see what I mean about the Sanskrit?) In the end, the bees won't care and the cease-fire in my head will let me get some sleep.

Yesterday was the second day of bee school, which was pretty fascinating. We learned about bee biology. They're adaptable, intelligent little creatures. Did you know that while most insects have either a proboscis (for sucking nectar) or mandibles, bees have both! 

They also have two sets of wings that are stitched together with bee velcro so that they can have more control over direction, height and speed. When they're clustered in the hive, their bodies have a little "clutch" that disengages their flapping muscles from the actual wings so that they can shiver to keep warm without slapping their sisters in the face all winter long.  In the summer, they bring water into the hive and flap their wings to evaporate it, keeping the hive cool. It took humans until the last hundred years or so to invent "air cooling" but the bees have had it for millenia.

Class ended with the "Great Smoker Race" to see who could get their smoker lit first. I'd been talking smack with Garland from class, seeing as how my claim to fame is the ability to light a perfect campfire with one match, one match only.  (It's even in my online dating profile!) Not to mention, I lit the smoker in the bee class I took last year, so I thought I was a shoe-in. I've been collecting smoker fuel around the neighborhood, including parts of my Christmas tree. But, as luck would have it, I choked. The damned thing wouldn't light! Turns out my fuel was too green. Blah. Lesson learned, but I'm still not going to change my dating profile. 

It was nearly 60 degrees yesterday afternoon so I finally hauled up all the boxes and painted them. Of course I'm still going to decorate them with stencils and all kinds of girly stuff, but this is a good start. 

Note the tree trunk in the background....*sigh* the condo association cut down all our shade, but it made for good painting.

That color is called "Pink Peonies" after my favorite flower.

Yes, the set on the right is the same color as my bathroom. 

I don't know where that pelican came from. He showed up on my deck sometime this winter.

There are only 53 more days until Bee Day, which coincidentally is Mother's Day. Instead of babies or cats, I'm going to be the mother of 80,000+ sweet little honey bees.