I started thinking about beekeeping about 4 years ago. There was a hive in my barn wall, and we lived in peace for years. One year there must have been a Changing Of The Queen, because they got feisty and nailed you every time you opened the barn door, and they had to go. Couldn't bear to kill then, so I started learning and buying equipment. By the time I was ready (spring)... they had died over the winter.
A few months later tree guys were felling a tree for one of my projects, and uncovered a hive 40 feet up. I decided to try to get them... totally unexperienced, in a high-lift in my shiny white, never-used suit, dripping honey everywhere. Long story short, I did not get the queen.
I finally got my first bees from a former coworker who developed allergies. Third times a charm!
A few months later tree guys were felling a tree for one of my projects, and uncovered a hive 40 feet up. I decided to try to get them... totally unexperienced, in a high-lift in my shiny white, never-used suit, dripping honey everywhere. Long story short, I did not get the queen.
I finally got my first bees from a former coworker who developed allergies. Third times a charm!
