|Honeybees need a refreshing drink now and then.|
|Ahh! Bees! Oh, wait. No. They're flies that look like bees, called syrphids.|
|The girls taking advantage of some fairy moss so they could get a sip of water.|
my mom's birthday party, Jack helped out some friends who had a serious bee problem in their enclosed porch. So, one afternoon, he and his brother cut out a section of their wall and managed to get the hive stuffed into a box, along with the queen. Then, it was only a question of how to get the bees back to Indiana.
|Peeking in on the angry bees.|
Spring turned to summer (in case you were wondering) and the bees all seemed to be doing pretty well. In fact, some were doing too well.
|Stay away from those angry girls, who also happen to be surrounded by a sea of poison ivy...|
No, his ear isn't always that red and gigantic, only when it's been stung by a bee.
|Ears aren't supposed to look like that...|
|A gaping hole like that is a clue that they hatched a new queen before they left.|
|The hurriedly ripped apart honeycomb.|
|Let me see...where did I put the frozen broccoli? Oh, right. Under the beehive frames.|
|That's enough honey for a year for us!|
One hive is generally enough honey for us for a year, if we're careful with it, two and we could use it more frequently and gift it more generously. Three or more hives? I think we could start selling some. When asked how many hives he's thinking of having, Jack gets a far-off look in his eye and murmurs something about having about ten. Ten?! Well, as long as we can find a spot for all of them without an enormous increase in bee stings, I'd be okay with it. My only job is to clean up after he's attempted to clean up (it's kind of cute when he tries to tidy up his messes), which is made easier with the help of, well, the bees.
|Waste not, want not, right?|
After we've scraped up what we can, Jack set the bowls and pitchers outside for the bees to come and clean off. They are all more than happy to come help with that chore.