A week and a half ago, approximately 30,000 honeybees were delivered on my front doorstep. I have to admit that I was a little surprised to see my purchase of three, 3-pound boxes of bees delivered. I must have a ballsy mailman. Bees in shipment are notorious for picking up “hitchhikers” or other honeybees in … More Amateur Hour in the Bee Yard
What an amazing experience this afternoon! Today I had the pleasure of capturing and hiving my very first swarm of bees! This couldn’t have come at a better time: on last inspection of H1, I had finally succumbed to the notion that they were in fact Queenless, and I was going to have to do another split. … More Oh Hap-BEE day!
I apologize for the back-to-back bee posts, but it is that time of year! So bee patient… I promise I will throw a bit more variety into the mix, next post. If you can recall, I did a split of H1 last month. If you can’t recall, here is the link to –> Split – 21 … More Drone Genocide
My bees are stuck up. They can be described as nothing short of what my dad likes to call “Upper Pithington Smithe”. I provide a stable, sturdy hive for them to call home. I fill their hive boxes with symmetrical frames, and measure them during each inspection for perfect width and “bee space”. I even … More Bobby Pins, Brad Nails, and Beer
A couple of months ago, a coworker told me about an ingenious way he used grass clippings from his freshly mowed yard: in the chicken coop! This afternoon was our first mow of the season. After mowing, sweeping the yard, and pulling weeds around the front walk, instead of dumping the clippings into an ugly, … More Repurposed Grass Clippings
My hesitance to post about my bees was simply due to the fact that I didn’t want to jinx the girls before they had a chance. (My poor Chickens….) While I have not done an inspection since my split, I feel fairly safe in saying that the split indeed was successful, and I again have … More Split – 21 March 2015
Now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve jinxed my hens. After introducing our girls, doesn’t it gosh-darn figure that once I write about them in detail, they start getting picked off, one by one? Granted, we have lost five hens over the past three years to predators (six if you count the teenagers that chicken-napped … More Jinxed
So, would these be considered “Peeping Chickens”?!
Describing my dad’s garden in Brussel Sprouts That Don’t Taste Like a Cave must have got me in the mood for my garden, because last night, after the kids were in bed and the dinner dishes done, I couldn’t wait to start my seeds for this year’s garden. Armed with a pair of tweezers and … More You Say Toe-may-toe, I Say Toe-mah-toe
We started our chicken adventure in the spring of 2013. We bought six chicks, each member of the family picking out and naming their own. My husband and I tried reasoning with Alaina, the oldest. The scrawny little chick she picked out probably wouldn’t even make the truck ride home, we tried telling her. It … More Chicken Shit and Eggs