Actually , new bees!  Those of you who have been following this blog may remember the great adventure of the Haengekorb, in which my friend Laurie and I went to Sebastapol and bought a unique hanging basket hive, because I wanted bees and she had a swarm. we set up the hive, Laurie donned her bee suit and dumped the swarm in, and they seemed to settle happily. But several months later, after building a small amount of comb and storing some honey, they disappeared.

I moved the Haengekorb to a new, sunnier spot, with a new roof. It’s not nearly as elegant as it was hanging from the tree, but much more practical. Even romantic farmers need to take reality int account from time to time. For one thing, I don’t need a ladder to get into the hive now, and it’s much more protected from rain. I finished this project last Saturday, and on Monday night, got a call about a bee swarm. I grabbed my veil and gloves and drove out to El Sobrante. Continue reading “Newbies”

Garden, chickens, bees

It’s a very foggy August here in the East Bay, and I think the red mulch is really helping the garden to flourish. I have a tomato jungle with many green and some ripe tomatoes, corn almost ready to eat, baby eggplants and artichokes, squash (always a plethora of those) and cucumbers.

Plus, the chickens should be just about ready to lay. I was given an Americana rooster, named Malawi, by a family who couldn’t keep him, and so far the neighbors are okay with him. I added herbs and fake eggs (chickens like to lay their eggs next to existing ones) to the nesting box, and hung a continuous feed feeder up so that they can eat to their hearts’ content, all in preparation for eggs.

The chickens were a little spooked by the new feeder at first, but soon got used to it.


On a sad note, though, the bees have failed to thrive. I’ve been noticing their numbers diminishing, and yesterday looked in the hive. There were only a few dozen bees, and not much comb. The bee guru says this just happens sometimes. It’s disheartening. After the last bees live out their hospice days in the hive, I will clean it out and prepare it for a new swarm in the spring. And I’ll move it to a spot where they get more sun.  Then perhaps they will do better.  For now, just waiting for the wonderful sound a hen makes when she announces that she’s laid an egg! laid an egg! laid an egg!


The hive has a hat

When we set up the Haengekorb, I didn’t realize it needed to be protected from rain. We hung it in a tree in the back of the yard, and it really wasn’t practical to take it down to put on a roof once the bees were in. The unseasonal rain we had prompted me to put up a very makeshift roof; but clearly, I needed to solve this problem in a more permanent way. I originally thought of 1/4″ plywood and 2×2’s, but I didn’t see how I could cobble this together around the ropes. Also, there was the problem of weight.

Then I thought of clear plastic corrugated roofing. I got an 8′ piece, some v-shaped metal flashing, a couple of pieces of lath, some marine glue, some foam pipe insulation and hose clamps, and metal duct tape (the kind they use for heat ducts).  I had the lumber yard cut the roof panel in half, and cut a 4′ piece of the flashing for me. Then over several days I glued the lath to the short sides of the roofing, glued the flashing across the top, and taped everything up. I drilled holes for the ropes and made saw cuts from the edge up to the rope holes. I covered the holes with tape so they wouldn’t fray the ropes.

The installation had to be at dusk, when the bees were all quiet and in the hive. The first evening, I waited put up two ladders. I climbed up on either side of the hive, and set 18″ pieces of the  foam pipe insulation around each rope, with a clamp at the top for the roof to rest on. I taped around each piece of foam for reinforcement. The next evening, I set the finished roof on the foam and taped up the saw cuts with duct tape and metal tape. Then I covered all the metal tape with blue painters’ tape to deflect the heat and please the bees, who allegedly like blue.

Now we’ll have to see if it holds up and keeps the bees dry when the rain comes. But in any case, this is certainly the most advanced engineering project I have ever tried. I am amazed that my measurements were right, the saw cuts were relatively straight, and the whole thing worked as I envisioned it.

For the full story of the arrival of the bees, and setting up the hive, click here. Or click to see the makeshift roof.

The Arrival of the Bee Box

Although I love this poem by Sylvia Plath, in my case it’s more the arrival of the bee egg. My friend Laurie, an amazing creator of natural perfumes among other things, has been keeping bees for several years. She was written up in a new book on Backyard Beekeepers of the Bay Area. I’d been thinking about maybe having bees, and when she told me she had a swarm, I decided to take the plunge.  Laurie directed me to a couple of places in Sebastapol that sell “top bar” hives—easier, less honey than commercial bee boxes.  I went online to Michael Thiele’s site, read what he says about apiculture, and when I saw the Haengekorb, I was hooked. I called Michael, and this happened to be the only hive he had available at the moment, so I arranged to pick it up yesterday. I was a little perturbed when he told me in the email that I might want to cover it with cow dung(!) but I persevered. When Laurie heard I was going, she wanted to come meet Michael (if you look at any of his online videos, you’ll see why).

So we drove up yesterday. It turned out that Leslie, Michael’s wife, helped us, because Michael had a dental emergency. She was terrific, and showed us several hives (one made out of straw (and yes, covered in cow dung) and one made from a hollow log. I asked her if she was familiar with Andy Goldsworthy’s work, and when she said yes, I said “You’re married to the Andy Goldsworthy of bee keeping.” She smiled and said, “I know.”

I asked her about the cow dung, and she said it preserves the hive, and she really didn’t know if was necessary. In any case, on the way home, we passed by a field of cows, and gathered a bucket full of cow plops. It’s a true friend who’s willing to wander a cow pasture and help collect cow dung.  But when I talked to Michael that evening, I asked about it. I wasn’t reluctant to use it if I had to, but it seemed a shame to cover the beautiful straw basket with dung. I was relieved when he said it would be fine to use the Haengekorp as is, and if I want to I could cover it a few years down the line. The cow plops will go into the compost.

In any case, we assembled the hive last night, and this morning at 6 am, before the bees were out, we got the swarm box, and brought it down.  We banged the bees into their new home, added the frames, the cloth and beeswax cover, and the top of the hive.

It went amazingly smoothly.

I was worried that the bees would all want to fly up and it would be hard to assemble frames and coverings on top of them, but they stayed placidly in the bottom of the basket and allowed me to slowly assemble the top of the hive. It was all set up within an hour.

Now the sun is out, the bees are all in their hive, and I am a beekeeper.  Those little dots in the picture are bees. There is something about being around thousands of bees that is very magical. I didn’t feel at all frightened by them. In fact, I went and removed the cheesecloth we’d put around the bottom without my (loaner) bee suit. The bees pay no attention to me.  They are intent on their own concerns.

I can’t say that I share the exact sentiment of Sylvia Plath’s poem, though I’ve always loved it. The menace she feels from the bees, the ambivalence about her control is as different from my experience as a square wood box is from my egg-shaped basket.  Still the imagery is marvelous, and it does convey something of the powerful energy bees emit. As a metaphor for the swarm within, it works perfectly.  This was the first long poem I memorized.

The Arrival of the Beebox — Sylvia Plath

I ordered this, this clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.

The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can’t keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can’t see what is in there.
There is only a little grid, no exit.

I put my eye to the grid.
It is dark, dark,
With the swarmy feeling of African hands
Minute and shrunk for export,
Black on black, angrily clambering.

How can I let them out?
It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
The unintelligible syllables.
It is like a Roman mob,
Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!

I lay my ear to furious Latin.
I am not a Caesar.
I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
They can be sent back.
They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

I wonder how hungry they are.
I wonder if they would forget me
If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
And the petticoats of the cherry.

They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil.
I am no source of honey
So why should they turn on me?
Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

The box is only temporary.

I read recently that in her layout of the book Ariel, in which this poem first appeared, it was the final poem of the book. This seems to me such a optimistic statement, because the ending “Tomorrow…I will set them free./The box is only temporary” seems so positive. It confirmed for me that her suicide attempt wasn’t meant to succeed. Of course, with her death, Ted Hughes got to rearrange the book as he felt it should be; she wasn’t around to argue one way or the other.