A few years back…actually 10 now, my next door neighbor stopped by my yard with a wooden box covered on all side with screen, and asked my grandson and I if we wanted to see something neat. It was a package of bees, and he sat on my grass and answered every question we had about why the bees were in the box, and what he was going to do with them…and most important to my grandson, why he wasn’t afraid of being stung by all those bees!
Skipping ahead, 10 years later my mother was able to get some land that both my brother and I have placed hives on. I decided at the time to start with a top bar hive, and my brother started with Langs. Our little apiary (Little Falls Apiary) started it’s first season with 3 hives in total.
My top bar hive almost didn’t happen though, because actually I only ordered 2 nucs, and but the time I realized I wanted a third hive, there were no bees to be bought! Taking it as a gift from God, I was called about a swarm. Not actually ever touching a bee yet, (but taking a beginners bee keeping class) I mustered up the courage and caught my first swarm.
It went as smooth as butter, and before I knew it…I was officially a beekeeper! With the adrenalin still pumping, I called a mentor/member of my local club, and she helped me to get my new colony into the top bar hive.
I was amazed at the ease these girls accepted my hive, and from that point, my love for bees just continues to grow! These little beauties are amazing to watch, and as I study them, I continue to find more reasons to marvel.
Who knew this would sweep me off my feet so quickly?