I was too emotionally and physically exhausted to take pictures. I really don't need to relive the tale in color anyway. Perhaps I will fill in with other farm and family photos.
Today was like any other crazy busy day. I had farm chores out the wadzoo and on that list of chores was bee hive inspection.
It's been a tough year for bee keeping here this year. I am sure you have read some headlines about the potential peril we all face without the little yellow critters flying around to pollinate our food.
There have been countless bee keepers losing their bees, especially through the winter months.
It's. Been. Tough.
Today was no different. My heart sank when I came upon my main apiary and did not see a single bee flying from a few hives.
Three hives dead. Three hives totally empty. Nothing. Nada.
Three hives succumbed to Colony Collapse Disorder, and my strongest hive was one of the victims.
It just plain stinks.
I spent an hour pulling hives parts down and stacking them half heartedly into my storage building, as I was not in the frame of mind to complete any sort of organizing of hive components.
The cause of the incredible loss could really be any number of things. We do not spray chemicals here, but what about the farm down the road? I am fairly certain they do use harsh chemicals, and that could well have played it's role in the CCD of these hives.
Ironic that a farm that wishes to get a high crop yield would kill off bees when these same bees are needed for the pollination of such crops. Organic pesticides are just as deadly too.
1/3 of our food is dependent upon the pollination of the honey bee. That's a huge chunk of our food.
I emptied my smoker, hung my bee suit and veil up and then decided to work on a different chore. All of the chores needed to be finished today before the rain started, despite my disappointment and frustration.
There is a saying I have had to repeat many times this wet, soggy summer.
"It could always be worse."