This year’s beekeeping has been fraught with potential disasters and has led to me wondering if I will ever get the hang of it. For some time I have been finding queen cells on the frames of my supers and all the books (and everyone I spoke to) say that on the day, or the day after, a queen cell is capped, the bees swarm. Certain members of Manchester Bee Keepers have been very smug in their prediction that ‘they’ll have gone’. However, I’ve been extremely lucky in that, once or twice, I have arrived to inspect the bees and there have been capped queen cells but the queen is still there and all has been ok. After knocking them down for a couple of weeks I finally decided to split the hive and try to increase my stocks.
Three weeks after splitting the original colony it was time to inspect the new and, while there were quite a lot of bees, there seemed to be no sign of either a queen or eggs. In fact, the brood box was completely empty, all cells clean and waiting, but nothing laying in them and most of the bees clustered in the super of stores. I assumed the new queen was still out on her mating flight and another week was needed but my hand was pushed when I checked the original hive.Going through the super were odd bits if brood, some larvae and what looked like eggs. This couldn’t be right. I had moved a frame from the brood box to the super to encourage the bees up into the hive but that was long enough ago that they should have hatched and gone by now. Going through the super frames more carefully I spotted the reason for the brood – a second queen. This was clearly not right and it was with some trepidation that I checked the brood box to find the original queen busy about her business, seemingly unconcerned. I now had to think about what to do and I decided to remove the new queen and put her in the, queenless, other hive. Of course, going through the frames again I couldn’t find her so closed up the hive and thought I would come back the next day.
A gap in work meant I could get back to the hive around dinner time. On the first look through I spotted the queen and managed to grab her but she wriggled free and, as I tried to grab her again, flew up and over my hand, between the frames and into the box. Three further trawls through the frames didn’t uncover her again and, with a lot of now narky bees, I closed the hive and went back to work. The third time I went, after work on the same day, things started off as badly, as a couple of searches revealed nothing. On the third run through, however, I spotted the queen on a frame and, quick as a flash, I jabbed the Butler cage over her and then managed to get a bit of newspaper over the end. The sigh of relief was heard throughout the allotments. I closed up the original hive and, hanging the queen cage between two of the super frames of brood, placed her carefully in the new hive and closed everything up. 
A week later when I checked there was no sign of the queen in the new hive but I did see eggs. So it seems, at this point, the split was eventually successful. It remains to be seen if she carries on laying and the brood hatches healthily and the wait between each hive visit is hard to bear. If it all works out then I am very pleased but, if not, then towards the end of summer the two colonies will be united and I will try again next year. It hasn’t gone as smoothly as the books lead you to believe, but having to decide what to do on my own has boosted my confidence that I do know what to do without having to take advice from others. My hope now is that the bees settle down and get on with making us some honey. 
I recently borrowed a bee suit in order to show a nine-year-old how a hive works and, as I still had it, asked Agnieszka if she wanted to use it to get closer with her camera. She jumped at the chance and, while a little bit nervous, got some great shots. At last I can put some close-up shots on the blog that aren’t blurred. Thank you to Pippa for the loan of the bee suit and to Agnieszka for the photos. 
Goats also produce good quality milk, need a lot less room and are smaller than cows so that’s been a recent avenue of exploration. After contacting both the Anglo Nubian and Saanen societies, I was given the name of a goat keeper near Blackpool and, on the hottest day of the year (not difficult), we trundled off to look at his herd. It was a little disappointing, then, to find only four Anglo Nubian goats in residence: two milkers, a year-old female and a crusty old Billy in a back field. We were warned not to touch him, ‘because of the smell’, and told he was ‘past his sell-by date’, although still capable of siring kids. Billy didn't seem too upset at hearing this.
Out of the hot noon sun and into the goat shed, a light and airy, albeit cobwebby, building where the three females are housed. We talked about care and feeding and how fussy they were about eating things off the floor. From there we moved on to the small parlour where they were milked. Environmental health are very fussy about hygiene, we were told, although as we were shown the scales, where the milk is weighed and then recorded, I noticed a cobweb running from them to the wall. Next door was the cheese-making room and we went through the basic process of making cheese, cleanliness being paramount.
Then it was outside to meet the milkers. One of the goats, the dark one, is a very good example of how the breed should look as one of the others has lop-sided udders. As if to prove she was still exceptional, the lop-sided one showed us how she could cough and fart at the same time, something that impressed me at least. I even managed not to laugh, despite the temptation. We discussed the amount of milk, between 3 – 6 litres, you would get daily, and how to get rid of it. Would we make cheese and butter? Sell it? One option is to freeze it as goat milk and cheese freezes well, better than cow’s milk, so that would be an option for when the goat is dry. The other thing to consider carefully is the twice-daily routine of milking…
After we left we headed for the beach and, surrounded English fatties and Polish families, we chatted about the commitment of keeping animals. It really is a tie, so if we can’t find people to look after them, we wouldn’t be able to go away and there lies the crux of the problem. One that needs a lot of thought. For now, while we're thinking, I will continue my quest for information about the best options and next on the list is milk sheep.