When we got to the hive. I seem to always photograph the hive entrance - it makes me happy to see them doing their thing.
From above.
Box opened, me smoking the bees. My son was VERY interested in seeing everything that happened, and the bees really didn't seem to mind.
"Mama, the smoker is MY job. Can I do it now?"
We managed to get the box into the bin. You can sort of see the cookie sheet I slid under to slide it out on to. Also notice how many bees are still on the comb.
We tried very much to get as many bees as we could back into the hive and out of our box. After all, coming with us meant certain death :( I apologized to them the entire time, I felt so barbaric tearing apart their hive like that.
That dead bee-laden thing over to the right there is the feeder bag that was underneath the comb. They'd gone ahead and made their OWN feeder, brilliant little girls. It was much better than mine, too. And look how beautiful.
Lots of bees in the grass outside the hive - they'd been sort of covered with honey and were cleaning each other and themselves. I hope they got back inside after all that.
Pardon the pun, but at this point the hive was all abuzz with the news of what was going on. Yes, they were buzzing and buzzing, LOTS. Still, we didn't get stung.
That would be me. All said and done with my giant bowl of honey and comb. First harvest from my bees.
