Menace of the Midwest

Was there ever any doubt about what is the most disturbing animal in the natural world?  Of course not.  As Isaac can tell you, it is the White-Tailed Deer.
This morning I was playing with the boys, and noticed the plastic bag that holds the trains we're borrowing had a big hole in the side.  I suspected Alten had been a bit impatient in getting them out, tearing his own opening instead of using the existing one.  So I put the question to him: "Huh.  I wonder how this bag got a hole in it between last night and this morning.  Do you know?"
It was Isaac who spoke up. "Deer did it.  Deer poked hole in bag with hoofs.  Deer tore hole in bag with bellies."
Just one more manifestation of his fascination with the destructive tendencies of deer.
Usually, though, he expresses worry about the deer coming to eat him.  "Deer in field," he says.
  "I don't see any deer out there," I reply.
  "Deer in field," he maintains. "Deer eat me."
  Margo is great at the back-and-forth.  "Deer are herbivores.  They eat plants.  Are you a plant?"
  "No."
  "Tell the deer you aren't grass, and that they can't eat you."
  "No eat me! No I'm grass!  Not deer food."
 This exchange happens with some frequency, but this morning was the first I'd heard it expanded to other destructive habits.  We don't really know if deer are a stand-in for worry in general, or if he has an actual aversion to the animal.  Often it seems like he's teasing about it, other times he seems genuinely worried.
 Just wait till he learns about the agricultural and environmental damage they do.  Get that boy a bow!

Hive Update, Fall 2014. Bees This Time.

I have hives.

Alright, lets see if we can get at least two posts in this year.

I wish I had the time and focus to fit all the experiments I tried on my bees in the last two years here, but I'll just have to go with a synopsis:

I split my 2012 hive in 2013, after it made it successfully through its first winter.  I did it too early, though, basing timing more on my recollections of the previous Spring than what I was seeing in the hive.  It took both hives the whole season to get in good position to survive winter, and even then I fed one of them a gallon of sugar water.

This Spring, 2014, both hives had survived a brutal winter.  I waited till I saw swarm cells (queen cells indicating overcrowding and the hive's readiness to swarm) and moved the frames with swarm cells from both colonies to a new split.  The split didn't take. Did the hives end up swarming?  Who knows.  They're placed at a distance from my everyday routine so I wouldn't have seen them.

I put on honey supers, then added more as they filled, ending up with one super on one hive and three on the other.  The hive with one only filled it 1/3 or less.  The one with three put away a full 2 1/2 supers, so that was good.  The full tally was around 68 lb of honey and twelve ~4 oz pieces of cut comb. The cut comb was an experiment on its own, but I remembered it so fondly from youth that I thought it would be worth a go.  (The cut comb story will be a later post.)

The honey harvest was good experience, though harrowing at moments.  The basic idea is to take the honey supers off, clear all the bees from them, and put them somewhere the bees can't get into them until you extract the honey from the frames.  As you can imagine, the time consuming part is getting the bees out.  Last time, back in 2012, I had two supers.  I went through them at the hives, frame by frame, sweeping the bees off with a feather and putting them in another box with a lid.  Didn't take too long.
This time I had four supers, and one of two colonies that seemed a titch aggressive.  Mom was interested in helping, and brother Chris wanted to see the process (the harvest photos are thanks to him).  My plan this time was to take the honey off a super at a time, carry it about 20' away from the colony, then go through frame by frame.  I thought some distance would be good, since the bee activity would only increase at the site of the hives.  So I'd take out a frame, carry it closer to the hives, shake most of the bees off, hand the frame to Mom who would sweep the remaining bees off with the feather, then she'd give it to Chris who would put it in the bee-free box and lid it.  It would have taken soooo much longer to do it myself, and time turned out to be of the essence.

Trading off

We did the one-super hive first, then moved on to the three-super hive.  Of the latter, the first one and a half supers went great, then Mom said "It seems like there are a lot of bees at the hives."
I wish we'd gotten a video of it.  Thousands of bees in the air above the hives, like a hurricane.  I waded in to put the lid on the hive that still had a super on it, just in case the bees were trying to rob it out, then we finished processing the second to last super.  By the time we were done, all those bees had settled on the outside of the hive, covering it nearly completely.  And we still had to pull a super off.  I figured if I waited, the bees would just

The photographer taking a peek

become more irate at having lost their stocks, so I waded in again, smoking everywhere, and got the last super.  No trouble, just some added anxiety.  We cleaned out that super much further from the hive area.
We hauled the supers full of honey back to the shed on a Flexible Flyer my Aunt Jean gave us, and brought the two experimental comb honey frames inside to deal with.
One had very little of anything on it, so we spooned off the comb and ate it right there - Mom, Chris, Margo, Alten, Isaac and I.  Then we cut up the full frame with dental floss, let it sit for a day or so to drip the extra honey off, then stuck it in the freezer for a day.  That kills eggs of anything that might hatch out, namely wax moth larvae.  Sounds gross, I know, but that's the way things are.  I am told that wax moths inhabit virtually every hive in existence, and a healthy colony of bees keeps them in check.  But after you remove the honeycomb from the bees, nothing stops them.  Except the freezer.
And boy, is that comb honey tasty!

Daddy scrapes cappings off, boys eat honey off of every surface

We took the four supers over the next day to our friend Steve's, where he has an extractor and a larger number of supers of his own.  Half a day of extracting later, it was all finished and bucketed!
So for three years of beekeeping I have two years of honey to show for it, and no dead colonies.  Not too shabby!

Hive Update, Early Spring 2014

What was I just saying?  Oh yeah.  The bees.  At least they have been dormant this winter.  This update will be about the Royer-Miller Hive.

Needless to say, it has been quite the time these past nine months since the last post.  The point at which I posted Isaac was probably just about to become more mobile.  I was probably just telling Alten to be patient, that someday Isaac would actually be able to chase him and be chased, instead of just sitting there looking cute and needing the attention that Alten wanted.  And we were gearing up to figure out how to get in a yurt that wouldn't collapse.

We are now at the point where Isaac is chasing Alten, and it seems like we have been running around like crazy ever since last May (if not before).  The gap between posts will attest to that.

In the intervening time we went from choosing a yurt from Pacific Yurts to deciding we couldn't do a yurt right now after all, from Alten wanting his hair buzzed like Daddy to Alten not wanting his hair even trimmed, from an Alten who would rather hit his brother with any convenient blunt object (block, box, baseball bat, etc.) to an Alten who can sit next to his brother and trade toys in the sandbox, and from a couple of parents collapsing into bed at 11:00 having done the dishes and answered the urgent emails to a couple of parents who have twice gotten to play a game of Yahtzee together in the span of two weeks.  Wow!

There will be updates and clarifications on each of these points as I step back into blogging, especially the bees. But some photos are warranted..

Isaac and Alten frolicking in what's left of Margo's birthday carnations.

We saw this "Baby Got Backhoe" shirt on a visit with Uncle Chris and Aunt Ragan in North Carolina.  We all laughed about it.  After telling Alten what it said, his reaction was "That's not a backhoe.  That's an excavator.  It should say 'Baby Got Excavator'."  That's our boy!

Meals sometimes get crowded in Mama's lap.

Speaks for itself, doesn't it?

I've got a dollar and Daddy's socks!  Let's go!