This past weekend I finally opened the bee hive. Since putting them into their new home, they have remained undisturbed, as per all bee literature known to man.
I compare this activity to bringing home a newborn and then being told to close the door to the nursery and leave it alone. How can you not look?!
I walked out to the hive everyday and watched them fly in and out of the entrance. I listened to them buzz and hoped they were eating hearty on the sugar syrup I had provided. And then D-Day arrived. My son operated the smoker and we opened the top of the hive.
The Queen was free and had been accepted by the others. I also spied eggs in the cells. Yes! The phrase, "Busy as a Bee", has some serious meaning behind it. The ladies had been hard at work on the frames with more comb worked out than I thought they would. I removed the small bit of burr comb, or extra comb, left in the gap where the Queen's cage had been.
A piece of art, no doubt.
I have to admit that the sheer amount of bees everywhere was a bit overwhelming at first.
They were good sports and took my novice beekeeping skills in stride.
They were quickly back in place and back to work.