My honeybees have been busy bees this autumn. They’re all over the fall blooming perennials like Goldeneye, Viguiera dentata,

...and Frostweed, Verbesina virginica.

And let’s not forget how much the honeybees (and everyone else, it seems) work the Blue Mistflower, Conoclinium coelestinum.

As well, honeybees adore the blooms of Coral Vine, Antigonon leptopus.

When I walk into the back garden, day or night,  the fragrance of honey drifts from my hives.  Mmmm.  Breathe deep. That honey-strong fragrance indicates that there is a honey flow happening and it’s been going on for a while.  Honey flow occurs when there are blooms galore and plenty of nectar to gather and honey is busily bee-ing made.

Recently, we checked both hives and Scar’s three boxes are full of comb and honey.

Mufasa has been the weaker of the two hives, but its two boxes were also full of comb and honey and ready for a third box.  So we prepared another set of top bars for Mufasa’s third box. We melted down some frozen comb from the July honey extraction,

…to add to the bars. This little track of wax will help the girls start their comb-building.

Before adding the third box to Mufasa, we sneaked a peek to assure that all is well. The comb in Mufasa’s second box is heavy with honey and larvae.

However, If you look closely,

…you can see how the comb is undulated–sort of wavy-gravy kinda comb,

…not neat, tidy and vertical comb aligned with the bars as it’s supposed to be.

This, dear readers, is an example of poor beekeeping management.  In early September, while checking Mufasa, one of the combs broke off of the bar.  Unfortunately with the Warre type hives that we built, this easily happens.    I made the beekeeper’s executive decision to place the broken comb back into the box, as best I could, rather than removing the comb and the honey.  If it was earlier in the growing season, I would have removed the comb and extracted honey and the bees would simply rebuild–after all, that’s what they do. But the latest broken comb incident occurred late in our growing season and I didn’t want to take honey from the bees.  So, I dropped the comb in, knowing that they wouldn’t repair it as perfectly as it was originally built. Given that our beekeeping  goals are not so much about the production of honey for us, but for the bees themselves, it’s a reasonable decision to make.

Assuming our hives survive winter, my best amateur guess is that there will be honey left over and we’ll extract it then, along with the wonky comb. With our Warre hives, when we take honey, we have to take comb too, as there is no straightforward way to extract the honey without crushing the comb.  It’s simply how the design works. Next spring, the hive will have the whole growing season to rebuild and restock their honey stores.

We added the third floor to Mufasa a couple of weeks ago and when recently checked, the bees completed two bars with comb and honey.   That’s fine and expected; they’ll build more comb over time.

I’ve continued observing a few Small Hive beetles in both hives, which you can read about here, but not many and not every time I check.   When I opened Mufasa this past week, I saw and killed what looked like two Wax Moth larvae.  Well, I knew they would invade eventually.  I opened both hives and didn’t see any webbing that is indicative of a mass infestation of the Wax Comb moth. Whoop!  But I am popping Mufasa’s top off most days to check–just in case.  In one of the articles I read about the Wax Comb moth, the author suggested that if the beekeeper kills the moth larvae, then drops the dead larvae into the hive, it teaches the bees to kill the larvae as invaders.  I have my doubts about that particular management practice, but that’s what I did–not because I’d read to do that, but because I was grossed out and offended to see the two larvae crawling along Mufasa’s hive.

Bee Mama is protective of her little bees.

We’ll  thoroughly check both hives at least one more time before true winter sets in.   Both hives have plenty of honey stores (fingers crossed) for the winter and we’ll see how they fare.

The bees continue their work.  Foraging,

….pollinating,

…sipping at their local watering hole,

….and being bees.

As a family grows, sometimes the house needs additional space. Though it seems like I’ve tried my darndest to kill my hives Scar and Mufasa, they’re buzzing along just fine, thank you very much.

Recently I’ve felt like Bee Daddy and I are the Laurel and Hardy of beekeeping–just one blunder upon another.  After our bee drama of rolling (aka: killing) our queens, then not recognizing that we needed new queens, then finally realizing that we needed to re-queen and working weeks to see that process through, both Scar and Mufasa are re-queened and thriving.

I think.

Scar is the more advanced hive–he didn’t go long without a queen and his population didn’t decline much, if at all.  In Scar’s top box, each bar has fully drawn comb,

…meaning that the bees have made full comb and that comb has capped and uncapped honey.  It’s remarkable how heavy all that sweet honey is.

The gals will need the honey stores for winter, so we will not harvest it.  The last time we checked the bottom box, there was also fully drawn comb, but with capped and uncapped brood in cozy little incubators for the next generation of worker bees.  Worker bees change careers throughout their lives, driven primarily by the needs of the hives and their pheromones.   But workers don’t live long, so the queen lays eggs constantly for on-going repopulation of the hive.

Scar appears active and healthy.  However, the last two times I’ve opened both hives, I’ve seen several  Small Hive Beetles, Aethina tumida–the nasty nemesis of the honeybee.  Oh, good grief, what now?!!

The Small Hive Beetle is an invasive species that damages comb as well as honey and pollen stores.  There are chemical solutions for the hive beetle, but those chemicals can also hurt honeybees.  Duh.  There are other less toxic products as well, but I found the beetles at the low point of my angst about my hives–Queens or no queens? Oh-no-I’m-killing-my-hives! I wasn’t sure it was worth doing anything for the hives. Beetles attack hives which are vulnerable–like those tended by rookie beekeepers.

Ahem.

I didn’t feel like I had much to lose, so I commenced a squishing campaign to eradicate them whenever I saw the little creeps.  Well, actually, squishing those few visible beetles isn’t going to annihilate an infestation, or even make much of a dent, but it makes this beekeeper feel like she’s taking care of her bees. For whatever it’s worth (and the beetles could still rear their rather unattractive little selves), I haven’t seen any of those devils since my hives were successfully re-queened.  I’m also feeding the bees, which will help them maintain strength through their endeavors, our mistakes and the dearth of blooms that is August in Austin.  The only thing beekeepers should feed bees is the bees own honey (if there’s a surplus) or a 1:1 or 1:2 ratio of sugar-to-water.

Fingers crossed that we can avoid a Small Hive Beetle catastrophe.

In opening my hives in these last few weeks and acknowledging that Scar is progressing well, I thought: if I don’t totally screw them over with my incompetence, it might be time to add another box to Scar.  Mufasa is also doing well, but doesn’t have fully drawn comb, nor full honey in the top box.  Mufasa has some work ahead before needing a third floor addition.

But Scar?  Verily bursting out of his seams!  Or boxes.

So, I added some wax to eight unused bars to give the girls a place to start,

…and we opened up Scar, ready for the opportunity to expand the digs.   Scar’s bees are busy, active and yeah, they still sting–even when smoked.  She got me right on the thumb. I put gloves on after that.  Some people never learn.

So much wax, comb, honey and bee activity!

I pulled out four bars with full comb and placed  them into the third (new) box,

…and placed four new (empty) bars to the second (now, middle) box.

I evenly spaced the bars in the hives.  The bars must be three-eighths of an inch from one another for the bees to safely crawl around in the hive. This is known as bee space.  I’m so OCD that when checking my hives, if I have to move the bars and I usually do for one reason or another, I measure each space.  Thoroughly, I would say.  Obsessively, others would say.

My family loves me in spite of that particular personality quirk.  Trait.

Lastly, I assured that the hives were set evenly on the ground–no tilt allowed or the bees might build cross-comb and that could become a whole thing, which you can read about here.

I popped on the tops, while Bee Daddy cleaned up and put out the smoker.  I stood back and smiled at my hives.

Scar and Mufasa.

Nice little hives with nice little bees who make delicious honey and pollinate…everything,

…and their crazy beekeeper lady.