Mr. S introduced himself, and because I was slightly startled by an unexpected visitor, I forget his first name. Anyway, in the course of conversation, I discovered that he is our tenant's right-hand man's father! Anyway, the first thing that he said upon stepping out of the truck was, "You must be the bee-keeper extraordinaire."
Um...not really...but before he told me, I had put two and two together and figured that our most wonderful mail lady had told him about me, just as she had told Mama about the several other local folks with bees.
Anyway, I showed him my hive and I won't do more than mention the fact that a hunk of comb heavy with honey fell off while he was inspecting a frame...so I'm now draining out some really nicely flavored "golden honey". (I wasn't really upset, after all, I've done it myself already!) My attempt at tying it back onto the frame was rather futile and only resulted in me getting my first sting. (Or half a sting. I barely felt it. Apparently I am not allergic to bee-stings either. I can assure Grandpa of that now.) Mr. S managed to get stung twice, poor man, but I think he'll survive. :) After all, he's been bee-keeping for several years and has over a dozen hives.
BUT...to my great joy, he was able to assure me that I do have brood--and I could see the larvae in the cells!!! I'm not quite sure I could tell the eggs. That was the frame the queen tumbled off of on Tuesday. I'm so excited!! (I must sound like a nut...)
So...there's my update. Since I have been in them twice now this week, maybe I'll skip next week's check up and let them alone for a bit before looking in on them again.
Mr. S also invited me to go along to the next Bee Club meeting that he's a member of...and if I'm interested in "going through some hives" to drop in. I know where he lives now...so perhaps...