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A BEEKEEPER’S TALE The first part
I treated the bees with Bavarol, against Varroa in late summer, removed the strips six weeks later and tucked them up ready for the big freeze…. They have been flying almost everyday since, a mild Autumn thanks to global warming has resulted in my worry being, will they have enough stores to last the winter, instead of will they survive the cold. Spring comes earlier these days too, the bees are out visiting the crocus and catkins early in March, and at last a new bee year begins. I live in an area called the Vale of York in the North of England a very wide valley, bordered by the high Pennines in the west and the North York Moors to the north and the historic city of York to southeast. A land of rich glacial deposits, excellent agricultural land.
Oh! How they FLY! I put two or three supers on right away, and as the lowest one fills I remove it, extract the honey and replace it on top. This has to been done weekly as the honey sets very quickly and then can only be removed by heating, or by the bees. The Rape continues to flower for nearly two months, and at the end of that time most bee keepers hate the crop too, as they enjoy their honey and paracetamol sandwiches and rub aching arms and backs! In a good year the crop of honey can be huge, but there is a price to pay, Bees love the yellow flower so much they will fly over clover and other flowers to reach it, so there is a shortage of the lovely old fashioned honey flavours, unless the hives are sited well away from a Rape growing area. Once the Rape flower starts to go off. I have always noticed a change in the bee’s temperament. My lovely, calm, hard working little insects become raging little monsters, buzzing a warning as soon as I look near. A “wise” beekeeper leaves them alone for a week or so, till they settle down and find other flowers to visit.
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