Yesterday was the big day --- time to open up
the hive and see how our new friends are doing. Mark's still
fighting off the plague, so I decided to leave him in bed and open up
the hive myself. I have to admit, I was intimidated by the idea
of hundreds of stinging insects whizzing around my head, so by the time
I finished up my computer work and headed outside my stomach was in
knots.
I got the smoker lit and popped off the hive lids, bees flying in every
direction. After I finally took a deep breath, though, I realized
the bees weren't really all that concerned about me. I puffed on
a little smoke, but it didn't seem to be necessary.
All is well in our new hive. The queen has eaten her way out of
her traveling cage, and her workers are already building comb in three
or four of the frames. The foundation strips had fallen out of
two other frames, so I fumbled around for a while, brushed the bees off
the frames, and replaced the foundation. I also took out the
entrance reducer and moved the sugar syrup feeder to the front of the
hive so that I could remove the extra brood box (and see how full the
feeder is without disturbing the hive.)
I was a bit too intimidated to really poke at the newly drawn comb and
see whether there were any eggs visible --- which would be proof
positive that the queen hasn't flown the coop. I'll check the
hive again this weekend, by which point I hope to have built up a bit
more courage. Because, really, I had nothing to worry
about. Our bees continue to be exceedingly gentle. I'm very
glad we chose the gentle Italians, even though they're not as disease
resistant as some other varieties.