The Bee Lady nominated for Versatile Blogger Award!

Many, many thanks to Anita at Beverly Bees (Boston, Mass.), who nominated me for a Versatile Blogger Award! It’s refreshing to know that people out there are actually reading the posts on your blog and appreciate your work. I keep two blogs — The Bee Lady and Kowalogy, which focuses on my reflections of teaching and education. I need to post on that one a bit more often!

So a shout out to Beverly Bees and Anita, who’s got a BEAUTIFUL website and lovely blog about beekeeping and below you will find the rules for a Versatile Blogger nomination and a list of my favorite blogs, whom I’m also nominating for the award. I’m pretty selective about who I follow so I can’t quite meet the 15 blog quota but these are really great bloggers who deserve some serious kudos. Keep on bloggin’!

Rules for the Versatile Blogger Award:

1. Thank the Blogger who nominated you.
2. Include a link to their site.
3. Include the award image in your post.
4. Give 7 random facts about yourself.
5. Nominate 15 other Bloggers for the award.
6. When nominating, include a link to their site.
7. Let other Bloggers know they have been nominated.

SEVEN RANDOM FACTS:

  1. Like Anita, my next backyard barnyard endeavor is chickens. My husband will be building the coop this fall and we plan to get five ladies in January. I plan to name them Truvy, M’Lynn, Annelle, Clairee, and Ouizer — not all that original, I know, but I love it!
  2. I have two fancy goldfish — Sunny and Happy. They are so cute and I love them, but watching them while I’m eating grosses me out and makes me nauseous.
  3. I think the city bus system is actually a social experiment being secretly filmed and studied by a covert government agency.
  4. If I could, I would eat a pound of cherries every day.
  5. My husband makes me laugh more than any person I know. It’s one of the prime reasons I married him.
  6. My favorite food is pork soup dumplings.
  7. I have lost or misplaced a beautiful piece of jade that I got in Ireland and it’s currently driving me crazy that I can’t remember when I last wore it or where I put it.

Blogs I’m nominating for a Versatile Blogger Award:

Kitchenette Foodie: My friend Ilona who does a lovely foodie blog!

Gen Y Girl: Kayla Cruz — You’re my hero! I wish I were as outspoken as you when I was your age.

The Paper Graders: Sarah M. Zerwin (Doc Z) and Jay Stott (Mr. S) and Paul Bursiek (Mr. B)  — three teachers who write openly and honestly about what it means to be public school teachers and intellectuals.

Education Alchemy: Same as above.

LetMBee: Jason Bruns in Indiana, who — like me — let the beauty of the bees carry him in a new direction in life.

Bees & Chicks: Two women who combine two of my favorite topics — bees and gardening — and write about their experiences.

Mistress Beek: My fellow ABQ Beek Chantal Forster, who has done so much to advance beekeeping in The Duke City.

Backwards Beekeepers: Another amazing urban beekeeping group — in Los Angeles, nonetheless.

Anatomy of a Bee Sting

When I tell people I am a beekeeper, they inevitably ask two questions: (1) do I get stung, and (2) how often do I get stung.

Being stung by your bees is an occupational hazard that is gladly welcomed by beekeepers. Most beekeepers accept that when we are fiddling with 50,000 to 100,000 bees we are bound to get walloped. Many of us take precautions during our hive checks, such as a veil and gloves; however, there are some beekeepers, like my husband Ryan, who conduct beekeeping practices in shorts and a t-shirt, no veil, no gloves. There are definitely days when this is possible — days when the weather is cool and the bees are easy-going about their business with nary a concern for this smelly giant who’s conducting a serious home invasion. But there are also days when the bees are just downright pissy and it doesn’t matter how careful or covered you are — those little buggers are going to find some flesh and when they do they’re gonna getcha.

So, yes, we do get stung. How often? Well, again, that depends on the circumstances. The most I’ve ever been stung at once is eight times and it was, quite honestly, all my fault. I was meandering around a hive and noticed that one of the boxes was askew. Wearing a sweater and jeans (both dark in color, which bees hate), I decided I could “scoot” the box into place. I accomplished this only to be attacked by a couple dozen guard bees who did not appreciate my intrusion. I must add here that there is nothing more amusing and entertaining as a human running away from a group of bees. The arms flailing, the head jerking from side to side, the look of pure panic, alarm, and agitation, all in a full-run, mind you, across the yard while a handful of creatures no bigger than a pinto bean pursue indefatigably until the intruder has gotten his just desserts. This was me. I ran into the garage and stripped down to my underwear to ensure that all the little terrorists had been extracted from my clothing and then stood there, hoping that none had followed me inside.

Bee also have a pattern, that is there is a series of events that will lead up to the actual sting. The first thing you notice is the sound of their buzzing. A foraging bee creates a buzz equal to a soft hum. An annoyed bee’s buzz is considerably more high pitched. They will also give you a warning shot, popping you on the head or fluttering around your ear or under your neck. If you experience this, it’s in your best interest to move out of their range. They’re telling you nicely to bugger off. If you walk away, they’ll leave you alone. If you don’t then comes the attack sequence. You can run, but most of the time you can’t hide. And swatting and flailing? Forget it! it just makes them more game for the chase. Most bees that are in hot pursuit will not follow you through a threshold — a doorway, through some trees or bushes — so this is an option. Still, chances are that if you got stung, you ignored the warning signs.

We have nine hives in our back yard — that’s about half a million bees at minimum — but for the most part the bees leave us alone. I can and have worked unbothered in the garden when my husband is checking a hive and bees are everywhere. My daughter also plays in the garden in front of the hives without being disturbed. The only time we are harassed is after the honey harvest. Sometimes the hives will send out sentinels to hover at our back door and will buzz antagonistically around your head if you venture outside. We consider it payback for stealing their hard-earned honey. And then there’s water — when we have our daughter’s little splash pool filled the bees will come around to gather water and this can sometimes cause some problems, which is exactly what happened to me on the 4th of July this year.

Charlotte and I were relaxing in her plastic pool and I was blasting squirts of water from the hose up into the air. After a few moments, I felt what I thought was a large drop of water dripping down my head. I instinctively reached up to wipe it away and WHAPPOW! She stung me right in the center of the top of my head, then got stuck in my hair. Anyone who’s had a bee stuck in her hair knows how disconcerting it is (there’s a reason for the saying “Got a bee in your bonnet?”). I was more concerned about extracting her than I was about extracting the stinger from my scalp. I eventually pulled her out, then went inside to dig through my coif and find the stinger so I could pull it out. For those of you who are not aware, honeybees have a barbed stinger, which means that when the stinger goes in your skin it stays there. The problem is that her stinger is attached to her intestines, so when she pulls away her intestines and stinger are yanked out and she eventually dies. The stinger pumps venom into your skin for nearly a minute, however, ensuring a painful reminder of her presence and how committed she was to making you go away.

Lots of people have never been stung by a bee so they’re not really sure what it feels like — it hurts like you got poked hard with a needle, then it feels sort of numb. When I’ve gotten stung on the arm or leg, it’s not all that painful. But the sting on the scalp was like the worst brain freeze I’ve ever felt. It hurt real bad. But for me, it’s not the initial pain of the sting that is so bothersome. For me, it’s what comes in the four or five days following the sting that is intimidating — the allergic reaction. Yes, I am a beekeeper who is allergic to bee stings.

People’s reaction to bee stings varies. Mostly, you get what’s called a local reaction. If you’re like my husband and his mother, a local reaction might amount to a bit of soreness for all of about 30 minutes. For me, a local reaction means four or five days of soreness, followed by a hot, swollen welt, followed by an itch that almost drives me mad, and then sometimes blisters and bruising. Fortunately, I’ve never had what is called a systemic reaction, which is where your throat closes up and you go into anaphylactic shock. Still, my local reactions are quite painful and require constant care for the duration: Benadryl, both internally and topically, ice, and ibuprofen. I’ve just recently started taking the homeopathic remedy called Apis Mellifica, which helps with the swelling. Here’s an example of what a local reaction might look like on me.

Now, because this sting was on my head I thought that all evidence of the reaction would be masked by my hair. I of course, did not take into account something called gravity, which ensured that the swelling would travel down the front of my face over a course of five days. So what you see below is the swelling slowly draining from my head to just under my eyes. I woke up one morning with my eyes swollen shut, but , fortunately, with absolutely no pain. My husband said I looked like a Klingon, which I thought was a compliment. Fortunately, I recovered — as victims of bee stings will almost always do.

Do I hate the bee for stinging me? No. Am I afraid to venture in my back yard? No. Am I afraid of being stung again? No. It just is what it is. So the next time you see a bee, give praise to the power she wields with her tiny body and respect her for fighting to the death to protect what is hers. She’s just doing her job.

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Purslane, Arugula and Flea Beetles

Purslane, purslane, purslane.

It’s pronounced purse-line, I believe. It’s scientific name is Portulaca oleracea. Is it a nuisance or a blessing for gardeners? I can’t seem to find a straight answer.

It is a weed, but some people eat it as it contains more omega-3 fatty acids than any other leafy vegetable, according to David Beaulieu’s article “Edible Landscaping with Purslane.” It’s alarming how fast it grows and I tend to wait until it is quite large because it is easier to pull out. But apparently it’s a culinary delicacy for some and there are whole cookbooks dedicated to its various uses. One friend at the farmer’s market told me I should sell it. I might try that. It has a tangy, zesty taste to it, almost like radish leaves, but far more succulent. It grows like crazy, even in dry soil. And when it rains? Fugghedabouddet! It takes over my garden in any space that doesn’t already have something growing in it. Apparently, it has some serious staying power.

Here are a couple of photos to familiarize yourself with it. I would love to hear from my readers what they think of it and whether they pull it and throw it away, pull it and eat it, or leave it to provide essential ground cover. I am hoping that when we get our chickens (Yes! We’re getting CHICKENS!) that they will enjoy it as they forage around the yard.

One photo is of purslane with another much-hated New Mexico weed tribulus terrestris, also known as goatheads, the second photo is of it growing next to my fennel plant, and the third is purslane next to its not-so-distant cousin, portulaca grandiflora, which people purposefully plant as a pretty ground-cover flower.

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Arugula & Flea Beetles

My second nuisance of the day is the flea beetle, a small pest that has completely annihilated my arugula. I first noticed them gnawing away at my newly transplanted arugula starters about a month ago. When I tried to touch one of them it sprang away like a beetle. So, on a hunch, I looked up “flea beetle” on Google and viola! There the little buggers were. I don’t spray pesticides on my plants so I decided to try the organic treatment and sprinkle diatomaceous earth, which warded them off for a short time but eventually they returned. Apparently they can be controlled if you plant garlic, onions, and chives around the crops that they like. I will start some seedlings again in my hotbed and then surround them with green, yellow, and red onions and chives. We’ll see if that works. Sad. I love arugula. [Sad-face emoticon here.] Above are a couple of photos of what they look like and the damage they did to my poor plants.

Other than that, the garden is progressing nicely. With just the right amount of water and lots and lots of sunshine and heat, our veggies and herbs are taking off. I love walking through my garden and smelling basil everywhere. It’s heaven.

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Beekeeping is not for everyone. Educate yourself first.

Being a novice beekeeper is challenging. The constant feeling that you don’t know what you’re doing is compounded by your sudden responsibility to these small creatures swarming in your backyard. As Zen-like and comforting as beekeeping is, there’s always that hint of stress induced by your wanting to do right by these little insects that give you loads of sweetness and joy.

Before I even considered buying a hive I read books about beekeeping. Lots and lots of books. The first one was “A Book of Bees” by Sue Hubbell. My husband bought it for me. Then it was “Sweetness & Light” and “Robbing the Bees.” These were by no means “how-to” books, but they did give amazing detail and insight into what it meant to be a beekeeper. I also found a mentor — Ken Hays of Hays Honey & Apple Farm — who’d been keeping bees for 25+ years. We talked often and he allowed me to shadow him on his daily yard inspections. He was patient, joyful, inspiring, and encouraging. He said I would be the best type of beekeeper: loving, nurturing, and serious. It was only after a couple of months of this research that I finally bought my first hive. I continued to read. I called Ken and another mentor, Jerry Anderson, regularly to ask questions. They were always eager to help.

At this point, Albuquerque had a decent community of hobbyist beekeepers — beekeepers with 1 or 2 hives in their backyard. Now, seven years later, there are an estimated 400 backyard hobbyist beekeepers in the city. A group of energetic and well-meaning volunteers have gotten the Albuquerque Beekeepers group to a functional organization that provides workshops, mentors, forums, and other resources for beekeepers of all levels.

Still, it’s disheartening and somewhat alarming when you hear one of these newbie beekeepers ask basic questions like, “What do eggs look like?” “What does the queen look like?” “What’s a wax moth?” “My bees are all dead. What happened?” In my opinion, this is essentially the equivalent of giving birth to a child and then asking someone how you identify whether its a boy or a girl.

There’s basic knowledge that fledgling beekeepers should have before even starting a backyard apiary. Knowing how to spot the queen, workers, drones, larva, eggs, swarm cells, disease, pests, etc., are all included in that essential information. To start keeping bees before you can answer and identify these issues is irresponsible at best and egregious at worst. I have seen some hack beekeepers around these parts. One person had their hive in the 3-foot wide easement between his house and his neighbors, in full slight of the street. When we visited, the bees were pouring out the front for lack of space in the hive, and they flowed out onto the gas meter, which was right next to the hive bodies. He seemed not to be alarmed by this at all. Once when a swarm landed in our neighbors yard, a man showed up, walked right into her backyard without asking or introducing himself, hacked away at her bushes only to get about 1/3 of the cluster, and left without saying a word. More recently, the threat of Africanized Honeybees has encroached on our peaceful existence, and still we have beekeepers who know not the warning signs or causes for AHB or how to deal with them. The beekeeping community should not have to encourage them to send their unusually aggressive bees to the extension office to be examined for the AHB gene. They should know to do this.

Beekeeping is an amazing experience. Even now after seven years I’m still educating myself. I’m still learning every day. I’m working toward my master beekeeping certification, and love to share my knowledge and time with anyone who is interested in this mission that is so essential to our own survival as human beings. As urban beekeepers, we cannot take this lightly. Read, read, read, and read some more before you go out and snag a swarm or mail order a box of bees. Yes, the bees are operating on millennia of instinct, but that doesn’t absolve us from our responsibility as partners in this endeavor. Lack of knowledge and a willful refusal to educate yourself BEFORE you get your bees only makes it more difficult for the other beekeepers in your community.

Insect Rodeo

Food chain. Darwinian providence. Insect rodeo. Call it what you will. I witnessed this very interesting (and very humorous) interaction between a dying fly and two ants. Hilarity ensues. Sadly, but as expected, within about 15 minutes of shooting this video, the fly had succumb and was covered with about 15 ants, who began dismantling his wings, legs, and antennae.

Queen/Mating Nucs

As part of Ryan’s queen-rearing project, he created these “mating nucs,” which, in effect, are little queen nurseries (Ryan jokingly calls them brothels because they’re purpose is to house the queen until she’s mated). He took a deep hive body box and split it into four sections using clear plexiglass. He takes a viable, unhatched queen cell out of his queen-rearing box and puts her in with one frame of honey and one frame full of brood (eggs, larva, and pupa), so each box contains four nucs-in-the-making. Each section has it’s own entrance (see holes in front) so that when the queen emerges she can come out and do her mating flight.

 

The Launching of HolidayParkHoney.com

It’s official — we now have our own website. After several months of debating whether it was worth it, Ryan and I decided it was time to put our presence on the Web even though we are still a very small beekeeping operation.

For those of you who are not from Albuquerque or New Mexico it is important to know that urban beekeeping has taken off in this city and state over the past several years. The number of hobbyist beekeepers is amazing. There are also the larger commercial enterprises and then there are those who, like us, are in-between — that is, those who have more than one or two hives in the backyard but significantly less than those who have 100-2,000 commercial hives. Those are the folks who make their whole living off of bees and honey.

What has become the real big business here is beekeeping “schools” — businesses and individuals who make their living off of teaching others how to keep bees. Often times, they charge upwards of $400 for a week-long workshop. While we appreciate their efforts, we at Holiday Park Honey are of the belief that teaching people about beekeeping should be a cooperative effort that is less about making money for the individual and more about sharing knowledge through education and community service.

In most states, these types of services are offered by the County Cooperative Extension Office, which is in turn supported and sponsored by a state-run university. In tandem, these two entities share resources to interpret and extend relevant research-based knowledge into an understandable form to community members and to encourage the application of this knowledge to solve the problems of the beekeeping practitioner and other stakeholders. This cooperative effort serves the beekeeper, the community, and university researchers. In short, it makes for better and smarter beekeeping practices. New Mexico has no such effort. There is no master beekeeping program in this state. Most efforts to learn about healthy and sustainable beekeeping practices have a price tag attached to them, as such efforts are offered only by commercial enterprises.

As a result, Ryan and I are pursuing our Master Beekeeping Certification through Washington State’s Master Beekeeping Program. Our main focus is beekeeping education and awareness by:

  • Increasing public awareness about honey bees and beekeeping,
  • Encouraging mentorship and outreach, and
  • Supporting best-management and consistency in beekeeping practice

In order for us to achieve our goal of becoming master beekeepers, our commitment is to community service and outreach. We believe that this effort serves everyone’s best interests and makes for healthy people, healthy communities, and healthy economies. Please visit our site when you get a chance to learn about our beekeeping practices. And whether you’re seriously interested in beekeeping or just want to stand back and watch, we are always happy to have visitors.

Preparing for the Honey Harvest

Ryan putting together all of our new honey supers. He’s preparing for the harvest, and getting some hive bodies for the new nucs that he’s creating.

We are Langstroth beekeepers, which means we use the stackable box hives as opposed to top-bar hives, and instead of using the shallow honey supers we use regular deep-hive bodies for the honey supers as well as the brood boxes. We didn’t do this for any  particular reason, just a matter of choice. There’s only one disadvantage to using deep-hive bodies for our supers: our extractor only fits three deep frames, whereas if we used the shallow supers it would take six at a time. It just makes the harvest take a little longer.

We’re eager to rob our girls!

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