Saturday in the bee yard.
The yellow Mexican hats are a hit with the bees.
We may have a swarm problem again, but they might be enjoying the evening on the porch.
The big fuzzy dudes in the middle, are drones. These big boys have outstayed their welcome in the hive, and are being shown the exit. All they do is eat, and mate….and these dudes didn’t mate, so out they go.
“Put out or Get out”, right ladies?
I can hear you out there…’Wendy, how do you know that they didn’t mate?’ Well, I will tell you. When a male bee mates with the queen, his penis is left behind in the queen and is ripped from his body; his guts spill out, and he dies. When the next drone flies up to mate, he has to pull out the previous suiters remains from the queen and discard them so he can mate. These dudes opted to stay behind and eat honey. They will still die. But they are just being kicked to the curb to starve. Drones have it rough. Screwed if you do, Starve if you don’t.
You have to give the mating drones credit, and least they go out with a Bang, instead of being dragged out of the house by a bunch of angry women?
Usually when I’ve had a big day with the bees, I feel very satisfied with my efforts. This day, I came home a bit blue. I’m not sure why.
This was the first weekend in the last 4 I wasn’t stung at all. Two weekends ago, was really rough, and a bit scary.
Maybe I’m missing the venom therapy? Part of me was hoping for a Gwyneth Paltrow miracle transformation, but it’s still me in the mirror. I mean really, if I’m going to be continually stung on the ass and legs, I’d like some proper results!
I’m digging deep in the gratitude bucket, as I type this at 3 am. I’m a bit weepy and blue, but I ‘know’, this deep am, that I have so much to be grateful for. I have fingers and toes that work, strong legs, a capable mind, a family that loves me, time to take photos, time with these little booger bees (that I’ve got so much more to learn about), we have food on the table, a comfortable home, reliable vehicles, and I still have my sense of humor.
How ’bout that Bee sex? Kinda makes you glad you’re not a bee?