There are reasons to feel optimistic, even in the midst of this, and even though I'm still quite sad about my 2014 bees. I'm a better, smarter beekeeper now, and I have a nuc on order for 2015.
First, just a reminder of how beautiful my bees were:
September 2, 2014: I went out to close the top of the beehive, in advance of the giant rain storm, and as I got close to the fence something BIG stamped and scurried away in the brush. What's living out there?
September 11, 2014:
September 22, 2014:
Ben says he was thinking about me:
September 24, 2014:
Elliott sends me a bit of Yeats:
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
September 26, 2014. Mites:
Well, it's bad news. My beehive has a serious infestation of varroa mites--about 3-4 times manageable levels, from what I can tell right now. I'll have to treat the hive, and even then...well. I'm not sure whether my bees will make it through the winter. I couldn't be more heartbroken.
As soon as possible. In fact, I'll have to take the honey crop off--even though it's not capped, and thus not really honey yet. I just ordered Apistan strips, which are strips impregnated with a chemical that kills the mites: they should get here Monday, and I'll have to take the honey off before I put the chemicals in. At this point I just want the bees to live. I don't give a shit about the honey.
I'll try some other things this weekend, too. Shaking powdered sugar into the hive can help knock the mites off the bees, according to some beekeepers--sort of like dogs rolling in the dirt to knock off ticks. I'll try that.
September 28, 2014:
Well. I just went out and shook 2 cups of sifted powdered sugar into my hive. And I took about 200 bees and put them in a jar and shook them around with some sugar, and collected that sugar (and the mites that fell off with it).
It's very weird being a beekeeper sometimes.
I've never seen my bees this angry. There's a little swarm hovering around my porch, just daring me to come out and play.
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