The bees arrived this weekend.
All 10,000 of them.
Notified of shipment last Tuesday, we expected them by Friday, US Priority Mail. Arriving home from work on Friday, there was no box of bees, no note in the door, and of course, unlike UPS or FedEx, USPS doesn’t update you during transit, only “each evening”. With no options, we went out to dinner and hoped the Post Office would let us know about the bees before they died in transit. The bees that is.
7 pm Friday evening, just as we’d ordered food at an area restaurant, I received a call from one of the workers at the local post office.
“The last truck brought in a box of bees… and I don’t know what the heck to do with ’em here… I feel very uncomfortable.”
We agreed to pick up the bees after dinner, a 5-minute drive from our restaurant. The bees were pretty dormant, but obviously alive, and spent the night in our garage.
The next morning, the fun began.
Keep in mind this is my first time as a beekeeper. I’d done the research, read hundreds of postings on the web, attended local beekeepers’ meetings, registered my to-be apiary with Washington State. I’d acquired the hive, the tools, and the highly-fashionable clothing. The thing is, just about every account of “proper” beekeeping seems to conflict with every other account – and some accounts contradict themselves in mid-post. In the end, I’d sort of taken a very non-scientific sampling and plotted my course somewhere along what I perceived as the mean. In short, I’d gone with a SWAG (Scientific Wild-Assed Guess). With 10,000 bees.
Sarah, my wife, handled the photo/videographer role with aplomb. All in all, the installation took about 10 minutes, and the bees seem pretty happy. First step taken!
More photos: bee package install photos
and a movie: bee package install movie