Took a frame of fall honey out to the farm this morning. It was a very active morning for the ladies. I set the frame about 40 yards away to prevent any robbing. I went back to check on the hive and see if they were bringing in any pollen. When I checked the underneath tray, they decided to check me out. One hit me on the ring finger. I shook it loose and the stinger landed on my ring. I could still see the muscles pumping the poison out. That's the glistening drop on the ring. Look close and you'll see the red mark. Considered if the phermones would alert them to my presence. I stepped closer to the hive, was hit again and decided to retire. The high level of annoyance may indicate that is not queen right. Queens won't be available for another 4 weeks. I don't know if this hive will survive if it's not queen-right. It might be trying to raise their own which would be a natural response, but if there aren't drones around that would be a problem.
When I started, I thought,"This will be a year in my life, with bees." I would chronicle all the steps and stages, all the trials and tribulation. It would bee my journal and outlet as well as my record of beekeeping. That was February. Now, on the other side of summer, it's October. One of the hives has been slimed by small hive beetles. The ladies have absconded. Perhaps, by keeping a closer journal, I -- and perhaps you, dear reader -- will learn more about beekeeping in North Florida.
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