New Queens

We returned from our blissful holiday in Adelaide last Thursday week. It looked like no rain had fallen during our ten day holiday, so dry and parched was the landscape. Fortunately our friend Sandy had done a good job watering our pots and small vegie garden while we were away and I had watered the young plants in the garden before we left and there were no losses.

First day back Friday 29 March was warm to hot with a fair wind, most unpleasant as I worked reluctantly. I ordered two queen bees from a breeder in Qld, thinking that if I could autumn requeen two hives that were poor all season then next season may bring better result. The forecast was not good for the weekend. The breeder said he'd send the queens on Monday and they'd probably arrive Wednesday, by which time I thought the weather would have to have improved. Saturday 30th turned cold and it rained all day pretty much, just the excuse I needed to have some rest. There was 30- 50 ml of rain in the district, still waiting for friend Glen to tell me how much fell here on this side of Gembrook.

Sunday I was on roster duty in the museum. It was very quiet. I enjoyed Beryl's company.

Come Wednesday, full of expectation that the queen bees would arrive, excitedly I went up to the post office. No queens at 10.30am, mail clearance finishing time. It was a pleasant day, mild sunny morning. They told me the queens may come about lunchtime, the post van picked up and sometimes brought more parcels. What do I do? I decided to find the old queens in the hives and kill them, thinking that even if the queens did not come for a day or two it would be alright, at least I'd be able to put them in the queenless hives quickly even if the weather was not ideal.

I found the queen quickly in the hive at our place and pinched her head off, something I do not enjoy, but necessary. The other hive at my friend Leanne's place was more challenging. I couldn't find her. This hive had been savage and difficult for some time and I confess to not being well practised or skilled at finding queens. It's something, like many things, that if you are doing it often you get good at it, but that was not the case for me. Compounding the difficulty, clouds had blocked the sun, the bees were so hungry, the hive dry with no nectar coming in, so the bees were quick to anger, and if you don't find the queen quickly with combs all around the open hive robber bees are on the scene. It took strength of mind to continue. I decided to shake all the bees from the combs into an empty box above a queen excluder above some brood and smoke them down hoping I'd then find the queen who would be stuck above the excluder. Whether this would have worked or not I don't know, because as I picked up the lid covered with bees, the last thing to shake, I spied her hiding in the corner.

By this time the hive was highly agitated and robbers were rampant. I was equally agitated and greatly relieved at finding her majesty, the dark mother of this angry colony. This time the head was pinched with relish.

Back to the post office I learned the queens had in fact arrived, but I took them home and inserted them the next day into the the two now queenless hives, giving the them a day to quieten down and adjust to being queenless. The candy in the queen cage escape takes a day or so for the bees to remove, by which time the queen and her escorts have acquired the scent of the hive so that they are accepted by the colony and not killed as aliens. I will check the hives when the weather is good in a week or so and I will be overjoyed if the introduction of the new queens has been successful and they are rearing new brood.

Each night I go to bed and think with some satisfaction that I have done it, what I had planned to do for some months. I'll let you know if I was successful.