Bees!

 

I have wanted bees for a long, long time.  We have talked about it quite a bit, but we have never really had a good place to keep them, or we didn’t have enough money to get stared.  There always seemed to be a reason to put it off another year.

Except now.

A good friend of ours talked Dadzoo into taking a bee keeping class this winter.  Dadzoo took the class, became interested and put in an order for a beehive and a packet of bees.  We are officially beekeepers now (Dadzoo will argue that there is a difference between “beekeepers” and “beehavers”)

Boo decided that she wanted to help with the bees, that she would “own” this part of Quail Run. When it was time to pick up the bee packet she came along, and quickly became friends with a rogue bee that wanted to hang around our packet.

Here is what four thousand bees look like.  The sound they all make together is amazing.

The evening of our pick up we placed the bees in their hive.

(this is the queen bee, I couldn’t get a good picture of her, in her little cage, there is a sugar plug that the queen and the workers will eat through to release her into the colony, this gives the colony extra time to accept her as their queen)

Note the lack of a bee suit or veils.  Dadzoo only got three stings, and Boo didn’t get a single one.  Bees only sting if they feel threatened, so moving slowly and quietly around the hive, even when they are this active and agitated, keeps the beekeepers from being stung much.

 Boo handling a bee on the drive home from picking up our packet.

The idea is that we will slowly build up until we have several hives, Boo would like to be able to produce enough honey to sell a little someday.

Tile

 As part of the bathroom remodel Dadzoo and I decided (well, to be honest I decided) that we could lay all the tile ourselves.  With a little help from our superman handyman we were able to lay all our beautiful travertine tile on the floors, shower surround and the bathroom countertop.  I love it, it is so beautiful, and there is much satisfaction in work well done.  Here is a sneak peek.

I wasn’t able to get pictures of all the kids helping, things were a tad crazy, but all of the older children helped measure, cut, mud and lay the tile.  Dadzoo and I (Dadzoo mostly, as he did the majority of the work) had to muster all the patience in his body, but it was well worth the effort as memories were made as we all worked together, as a family, to build our home.

Random Moments on the Farm

 

Special Delivery

 

There here!  Monday March 25th I got an early morning call from the post office telling me my chicks were ready for pick up.  As I stood in line I could hear the my girls cheeping in the back.  When the postal worker brought the box to the front I heard a couple moms behind me whisper to their kids “there are baby chicks in that box!”

They are all nice and warm, packed tight in a box, thirty chickens in all, six different varieties.

They quickly made themselves at home in the new brooder box Chocolate and Dadzoo (mostly Chocolate) built!

In case you are curious, these are the varieties we got:
Delaware (hens)
Buff Orpingtons (hens)
Golden Campines (hens)
Araucana (hens)
Speckled Sussex (2 roosters)
Silver Spangled Hamburgers (3 roosters)

You can see what they look like here:  Murry McMurray

 

 

Building a Brooder and Self Esteem and Relationships

 

I explained earlier that each child got to pick something on the farm they were going to “own” and with our help they would be in charge of doing everything for their particular item.  Well Chocolate picked the chickens.  She is hoping to be able to sell the eggs at some point and make a little money.

I hope she can do it too, in fact, I know with enough hard work she will be able to do it.

With the chicks on their way we needed to brooder box.  A brooder box is just a small place to keep small chicks, were they can stay warm and out of harms way.  We wanted to do something permanent, being that chickens are going to be permanent around here and we plan on freshening our flock every spring.

We had this box hanging around from our delivery of tile a few weeks before, it was the perfect size and shape, and while it needed a little modification, not much was required.

With Dadzoo’s help and instruction, Chocolate was able to build the brooder box herself, she only made one little measurement error, forgetting to take into account the boards on the inside of the frame, an easy fix, but something she won’t forget to do again.

Dadzoo taught her how to cut wood on the table saw and use a nail gun to secure everything

First she make a solid bottom, then added wood to make the sides solid as well.

She then build a lid, covering it with tight wire mesh to keep the mice out and the air circulation.

 The secured the lid on with hinges, latch and handle.

The day the girls were to arrive Chocolate got up early and lined the bottom with cardboard, then newspaper and then wood shavings.  She placed the water bottles, food and last but not least the warming lamp in her brooder.

I enjoyed watching Father and Daughter work together, laugh and smile at each other.  Chocolate learned a new skills, developing a sense of responsibility and pride in a job well done.