02/06/2019
Stories of learning, not just of success. I spoke too soon! This morning after a couple days of bone-chilling low temps, I decided it would be a good idea to check on some of my beehives. I went from one hive to the next listening, for a low hum of the bees deep inside the hives.
There was one I had been concerned about the last time I did the rounds and I paid some close attention to it this time. I listened in close, heard nothing, blew in the entrance of the hive the warm air normally sturs up the bees if they are extra cold and docile, again nothing. My heart sank as I waited for any sounds before deciding to open the hive up.
I grabbed a stick from a nearby branch and poked it in the lower entrance of the hive, sure enough as I expected thousands of dead bees on the bottom of the hive.
There are many factors that could be the cause of this hives death, lack of stores, mites, small cluster going into winter, etc etc, but one I am sure is my lack of skills as a beekeeper.
To be honest, I am not that great of a beekeeper, I know a lot sure, but beekeeping requires lots of detailed planning, something that is not my strongest skill set. Feeding, wrapping hives, treating, and doing this for every single one, I am learning to adapt to my working style to better care for the bees but I am a slow learner, unfortunately too slow for these bees. With each loss, and there are many losses, I learn more about what I could have done better, how I can improve and ways that I can work that better suite what the bees require of me.
Even in death, the bees are still teaching me. Thanks for all the life lessons.
Always learn, always grow, always do better.