Blimey Oh Riley!
What a Bank Holiday weekend and build up to it. This is a VERY long Blog entry but this is as much for you as it is for me. You will be rewarded with images so do get comfortable and please read on…..
My stings had subsided and nearly all traces had disappeared which was a relief as they were really itchy and inflamed. On Monday Terry pitched up with his swarm and was ready to check on my progress as soon as we got them sorted with their feed of sugar syrup so that they had enough food to see them through the first few days..
We inspected the hive on Monday and went through it with a fine tooth comb as the colony was just so big and strong, an amazing sight. Every night that week they were hanging out of the hive as if there just wasn’t enough room for that many Bees and if they had all gone in it would have just been TOO warm.
On inspection of the brood chamber, we came across 2 Queen cups which had eggs in, I destroyed them as we wanted to prevent them from swarming, which could ultimately mean I would lose half the colony and my prolific Queen. Every morning I ventured down the garden, fearful that I would find them gone. On both Friday and Saturday I was at the Chelsea Flower Show, and honestly believed that I would return to find them gone. All I could think was I should have added a Super to give them more space or that they would leave. The top, my first, Super was capped but the second was not.
On the Sunday I was invited out to do several things but had the inclination to decline, because of the Bees. I had had a peek to see the status and there were Bees inside the lifts, clinging to the Supers and when I lifted the crown board where they had built brace comb I broke it and they feasted on the honey immediately. Every frame was laden with Bees gorging on the fruits of their labour – honey. Nature was taking it’s course so I cracked on with the garden and dometsic jobs. As I got jobs done I noticed a lot of Bees hanging around the back door and by the bathroom window, which I put down to the fact that I had removed the insulation sacks from the swarm hive, so that they didn’t get too hot, and it was the scent that they were honing in on.
As it was very warm, I thought no more about it - carried on cleaning out the chickens, doing the washing etc, proceeded to work on a border and noted a strong buzz above my head and thought that there were a lot of Bees in the bush above me. As I stood I realised it wasn’t actually above me and began to follow the sound which got louder and louder and then I saw it……thousands of Bees in what looked like a tornado outside and above my hive.
Awe, panic, excitement, – I was drawn to it but had to get my veil, as although a swarm is happy because it is full it would be foolish to do anything less. Before I left I noted a clump of Bees forming on the ground. Having run back to the house, grabbed my veil, the phone and called Terry. “Get an empty matchbox and catch that Queen if you can, otherwise you’ll lose her!” , were the instructions so that is what I did. Running back down to Hive I noted that a peace had descended and I stopped abruptly to take in what was what. A swarm only lasts for about 20 minutes so it was all over – now I had to try to find the Queen.
So there it was all over except the hunt for the Queen. Now here is the thing – if she had not had had her wings clipped she would have flown- to a tree bush or whereever her fancy had taken her. The scouts had checked out our bathroom window so perhaps they would have led her and the gang there, BUT she was clipped and could not fly. Her exit had been somehwhat inelegant I would imagine, out to the landing stage, a leap to fly but instead PLOP on the grass.
As my WBC is raised ontothis may well have been what saved her. Apparently a colony will abandon a Queen if she does not fly, but this strong lady crawled through the grass and onto the log.They were everywhere, on the landing stage, grass, logs and as I concentrated my observations on a heaving ball of Bees on the landing stage thinking the Queen was in it, it cleared to reveal nothing more than worker Bees. So I averted my attentions to the log, perhaps we wasn’t that fast. Matchbox in hand, squatting so that nonone got crushed, I suddenly saw my bindi clad Queen emerge from the clump only to disappear between the top of the log and slab upon which the Hive stands. Crouched, waiting, matchbox in hand I awaited a second glimpse and possibility of catching her only to be thwarted by the rising mass that followed in hot pursuit of their beloved and my prized Queen!
Ten minutes or so later I realised that it was all over. What to do now? Heading home with my empty matchbox, I pondered my dilemma, called John who had taken up the invitation of the Beer Festival and broke the news. Ping! Lightbulb swiched on with an idea – call Paul – Bee Mentor 2, who suggested a magic trick comprising cardboard boxes, bee brushes and sheets.
I tried this and ended up with a further cloud of Bees who seemed to be laughing at my inadequacy.
Oliver and his Dad, the latter had been at the Festival with John, had heard the word and the cavalry arrived armed with boxes and technique. But again the girls thwarted their attempts at capture. Terry phoned to see how I was doing and said that he would come the following day as previously agreed and this is what happened next….

Discussing Tactics
aren arrived and after lunch Terry arrived with Oliver, all hands were very welcome. First job put the new Hive, borrowed from Terry, in place, then move the supers from the original Hive and put them on top of the new Hive. Opening the hive was a unbelievable. Every available surface was covered in Bees, they were in places that they should and shouldn’t have been. Having transferred the Supers, which were really heavy – I struggled with the top one – we then removed 1 frame of Brood, 1 frame of food and added 3 frames with foundation to the brood box, then had to take the frames from the Supers so that we could extract the honey later. Shaking the Bees off the frames, transferring them to a box and covering them as we went and leaving the shaken Bees in the brood box.

Taking the frames from the Super
Next job – move the swarm, we (Terry primarily) then proceeded to ascertain how to get the into the new position from their under hive location. Having adapted a box they were knocked into the box , the Queen was spotted and she was swept into the box, the rest of the Bees followed. A ramp was put in place at the entrance of their new home and when they were placed on it they just walked up – Bees always go up! Ole Queenie tried a bt of a u-turn but with a little encouragement she went up too.
Next job – have a look in the original brood box. Bees Bees and more Bees, were knocked off the frames and we started the Queen cell hunt! Unbelievable there were over 9 Queen cells with eggs/larvae in. We left one in place on the 3rd frame, all the others were destroyed so that there wouldn’t be more than one Queen therefore no swarms. Oliver conceded that my Bees were many and FAB.
Phew it was all over. We loaded the honey supers into the Land Rover, rescuing a few stray Bees on the way, tidied up and headed home for a cup of tea!

Frame loaded with honey
After that you’s think that would be enough excitement for one day wouldn’t you but no it just kept on coming, now we were going to extract the honey. Oliver had lent me an extractor.
Step 1 – break the caps on the frames
Step 2 – put the frames in the extractor
Step 3 – turn the handle and spin the frames and watch the honey spin out
Step 4 – turn the frames around and repeat step 3
Step 5 – repeat steps 2 and 3
and continue until the base is full of honey…
Then open the tap, strain the honey through fine grade steel mesh, seives into a dispensing bucket with tap until all frames are free of honey.

The First Jar!
We replaced the empty super frames back onto the original hive, fed the swarm hive with sugar syrup to keep them going and returned to start putting honey in the sterilised jars.
With Oliver and Karen gone, John returned from cricket the jar filling continued until just before midnight, but it was a job well done and a very satisfying day and then the clearing up commenced.
Our feathered friends
Meanwhile, Dot has been realeased from her enclosure much to Harold’s delight. He has danced for her every morning when she has emerged from the downstairs loo in her cat carrying basket, practically tripping me up in the process. When the enclosure was increased in area to give her more space, they dust bathed side by side with the fence in between and he managed to wait a full 5 days before jumping on her following their reunion. She has brought him into the house to show him her quarters and he even got into the basket with her one night so that they wouldn’t be parted, Everyone enjoyed a full nights sleep without the 5.00am wake up call the following day!
Terence is not looking his ususal handsome self as he is moulting and to keep us on our toes he’s decided that the bottom of the garden is a territory to be explored. He sneaks under the fence but can’t get back through and looks extremely smug as he waddles home! Gives us a scare everytime as the grass is taller than him !
Thank you – Terry, Karen, Oliver and Peter
thanks to John for his support and assitance
Bee Activity Photos for this blog courtesy and copyright of my good friend, Karen Cartwright

Harold & Dot