This cinder block wall has many possible locations for a feral bee swarm to enter and start a hive. The holes in the mortared block go through to the hollow centers, and the cracked block on the top of the wall lends for access into one of the hollow voids. These locations are prime real estate for honeybees.
The Green marks the middle where a cinder block has a center cement divider, two hollow spots on each side of these dividers, stacked off-set gives a hollow center for the bees to grow up or down depending on where the hole is in the wall. When doing removals from block walls I have also seen where the center cement divider was chipped allowing for bees to crawl through to the next cavity and continue their growth. In one hive one side was honey storage the other side was brood. The red shows the possible area where the bees could make their home.
The best thing to do is to block these entrance access points before spring. If you have a cinder block wall or building, walk around and do an inspection. Patch any holes that are larger than the head of a pencil eraser that have access into the center void. This includes around pipes if it is a building. Do not use foam spray, bees can chew through it and it doesn't last very long in the elements. Choose to use a concrete patch. If you cannot get to it before spring a quick temporary solution is to stuff the holes with steel wool.
If you have never checked your wall before it may be possible you already have occupants that you didn't know about. If you do find a feral hive here is a contact list of local beekeepers: http://southernazbeekeepers.org/bee-removal/
With my morning coffee in hand I started cleaning off my desk! Didn't get too far without having to post a few items for sale. These can be found on https://www.etsy.com/shop/PrehistoricCollFinds or here under Items for Sale. Hunger is getting the best of me and so I am off to bake some biscuits to go with an experiment canned gravy this morning. I will be happy to have the oven on and feel some warmth! It is coooold in my office!
Thumbs down.........Did not pass hubby's picky palate. It was okay to me but then I eat everything and have an iron gut. Dan has a philosophy that he doesn't want to eat canned food until the TSHTF and that we should stock up but not eat it.....man just doesn't understand expiration dates.....I have one more can that is expiring soon and I will use it to top the dogs dry food. The guard dog crew will be thrilled to have it and won't give me any lip about it at all. lol! Been having problems getting the lab mixes to eat their dry food fast enough before the mastiff is finished and ready to steal theirs. Our indoor mastiff just came upstairs to the office......she can count plates and only has had Dan's so far. She wants my breakfast plate to lick so she likes the gravy too.
Believe it or not this space will be a guest house! It is a retired 1985 Motor Home. The Captains chairs that were once the seating for the driver and passenger are now removed. Next step is to pull out the steering wheel.
The old refrigerator wasn't working. So it was pulled out and college dorm size unit was put in its place. The spot above will turn into a coffee/tea station.
And the old stinky love seat / bar-in-back hide-a-bed has been removed.
Very aggressive hive. Homeowners only noticed it for the past three weeks but this hive had been there much longer. The end fascia was removed and we pulled out enough brood to wire into 5 deep frames, the comb was dark, letting us know they have been there sometime. When the hive was moved to our apiary it was so defensive that we went ahead and split it in hopes to give them a slight attitude adjustment. I normally don't recommend doing that this time of the year, but these bees left me no choice. AHB is more manageable in smaller hives and the queens will be replaced in early Spring. Note the entrance of the hive ran between the bricks and the wood board, just behind the PVC tubes.
Teamed up with my aunt, Christine Stockwell, this evening on a bee removal that had been living in the roof of this house for three years. Since Christine is taller than me she got the job of pulling combs and took a Honey bath. Later we ran to get mountain dews and she had just put a small pine sol bottle in my trucks cup holder, she says to me “be careful don’t accidentally drink this”. Getting out of my truck she grabs the bottle, and takes a sip, Spitting it out immediately. Ugh yuck! She says it made her tongue feel a little numb but on the bright side she has pine fresh breath.
Rich folk could always discard more than the poor. But should they?
Country people used to depend on what they had on hand, using ingenuity more than those living in the city or near a store. Is this still true or do you drop everything to drive to a town an hour or more away to get your missing part for a project or ingredient for a recipe?
What is really waste? Try to practice an everyday regard for each object. Think about the labor involved in making it. The materials used in the making of that object. The money it took to purchase the object. When the object has come to the end of its life, will it be reused or will it take up space in a landfill?
During the excavation of a 1620s Virginia Plantation called Flowerdew Hundred, a fragment of a stoneware bottle neck was unearthed. It matched perfectly with the bottom of a large German jug already in the plantations museum. The two pieces were dug from different sites. The most logical explanation being that the colonists did not have many things. When the jug broke, it is quite possible that the bottom was continued to be used as a bowl and the top turned into a funnel.
Seventeenth-century Dutch paintings show broken plates and bowls sitting on shelves along with intact ones.
Sewing was women's work. It is proven by diaries and novels and even embroidery samplers signed by five year olds. Women kept their families clothed. Of course not all women felt the same, some thought of it as an art and a chance to show their creativity with what they had on hand. Others found it a detestable chore, but one that had to be done. The plainest cotton shirt used to take a good seamstress half a day to make. A more complicated shirt could take a day or two. Closets were small, only the wealthy had more than a few changes of clothing for each season, many people had one change or none at all. Then came the sewing machine, invented in 1846.