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.
Living out of city limits has some down falls. One, there is no weekly trash pick-up. We could pay to have a dumpster, but that is very expensive. It certainly makes you think about what you throw away when you have to haul it yourself somewhere. So we sort our trash before we take it to different places such as the dump and different recycling centers. Our "Bone Yard" has pile areas. Unfortunately, this last time the metals got thrown all together. The recycling centers have different prices for Sheet Metal (I call it thin metals) and what I call heavy metal, I think they call Prepared but I am not sure. I had used feed bags to keep our metal food cans in and those fell apart in the sun. So the best way I found is using large heavy duty black planters that trees come in. The drain holes are great to allow water to pass through without becoming breeding grounds for mosquitoes. You can see pieces of an old kiln, old washing machine, scrap we found while cleaning our mile of highway that we volunteer for. We also pick up other peoples litter in the desert and toss it into the pile. Oh, and truck parts.
Feed bags and cardboard box fell apart........ made more work for me! I thought I would be making a run to the recyclers sooner and be able to catch them before the sun rotted them.
Heavy duty rubber planters work best for small metal pieces and tin cans.
After removing all the thin and small metal pieces I have a pile of heavy stuff left for another trip. Dan will remove the tires from the rims.
So I did use new feedbags to run the metal in. Total weight was 360 pounds (adds up fast!) and it paid for the gas into town to run other errands..........$25.33
Our broody hen finally did it! Our first baby chick. I went to the hen house and found the hen with shell on her beak. I peaked. This tiny baby was under her, eyes open, breathing, yet sadly looked sickly. I believe the shell broke just a day or two too early. The poor chick was not really ready to join the outside world. It lived less than an hour. Praying the next one does better. We cannot incubate and hoping for a sustainable supply of chickens by using broody hens to raise young. Fingers crossed.
Desert Mule Deer Large herd of does, many more than what I caught a photo of. There was at least a bakers dozen!
Coues Whitetail Not much further down the road from the mule deer, actually less than 1/4 mile I spotted this doe in the field. As I stopped to take her picture more joined her.
Heading home this sweet girl was in my driveway. I couldn't help but notice all her wrinkles. Poor thing looks dehydrated. It is 104 degrees fahrenheit!
My market find of the day...... A ginormous, humungous KOHLRABI. Have you ever seen one this big? Me neither! When my dad grew them we always picked them when they were about the size of baseballs. I was thinking this one would be woody inside, possibly even hard to cut. It wasn't! I was pleasantly surprised that it was wonderful and yummy. These have a crisp cabbage flavor. Dan never tasted one before and not surprisingly he spit it out. He is not a fan of cabbage and so it is all mine! Actually, we had a friend over and he was devouring it and mentioned how it would probably be good pickled..........guess what I am doing when I get more. ;)
Using old bee hive boxes and scrap wood we make swarm lure boxes to catch feral swarms in the area. Our hopes is that they will find our boxes more appealing than holes in banks of the washes so that we can easily remove them, relocate, and requeen with European genetics. To keep costs down I use old wax for scent and no frames. The swarm then free forms their comb which when I transfer into one of my boxes, I treat the same as doing a removal. The brood gets banded into frames. I missed checking this box and surprise! Three large sections of brood and some nice honey.
It looks like something out of "Buried Alive" !!! Area #1 of the loft is a spot where we are hoping to put in a small sitting area for the future gift shop. Most all of these items are for sale.....they are just not listed anywhere. I have spent all morning photographing and started posting items to our websites this afternoon. Working first on mostly books! Need ideas for flooring and am wanting to add more insulation to the roof and walls because it gets really hot in this area!