Today we relocated Jane and Arthur's bees, or to be more precise, we upgraded their accommodation just a tad. They'd been defying the odds for a few years, but surviving quite comfortably it would seem, on a piece of ply under an upturned ice cream bucket after the limb in which they had been living dropped from its tree.
In what can only be described as pure chance, the usually messy job turned out to be text book simple, as the ice cream bucket was actually almost the same dimension as the bottom section of the hive box.
The more I play around with these little creatures, the more I like them.
Here's hoping the Great Beekeeper in the Sky has a box that will fit us as readily!
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