Promptly after eating breakfast (which I confess is rather a late affair for me, due in part to Lyme meds taken between coffee and breakfast requiring a 45 minute buffer time), I wiggled into that nearly too-tight nomex (Air Force surplus), tied my hat on, and slipped the veil over the top. Collecting my hive-tool and my bees, I headed for the south portion of the backyard.
To begin with, I removed the covering and with a little assistance, removed the syrup can. The queen cage was supposed to be attached, but it had fallen off into the shipping box...and someone else spotted it after it had been dumped into the nuc. (Yes, the whole family was standing around the whole time...but I was the only one with protective gear on.)
- I didn't get stung...though I think I spotted a bee stinging my glove.
- I think I can identify the queen next time I spot her.
- I saw at least two drones.
- It is an interesting sensation to have bees buzzing all over your gloves. I'm not kidding, I could feel the vibration of their wings through my gloves.
Thus begins my beekeeping adventure!