Queen in the box
My hive has been emitting a cloud of bees every lunchtime for at least the past three days, following my abject failure at swarm control. Today was no exception. Yet another swarm filled the air shortly after noon. The difference this time was that they stayed in sight and settled within reach, condensing at the end of an elder tree branch in the garden, conveniently accessible by stepladder.
You just hold a container underneath, give the branch a sharp shake, and the swarm of bees drops neatly into the container with a satisfying thud. Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. But sometimes like today it happens like this: you hold a container underneath, give the branch a sharp shake, and about half the bees drop into the container, while a large number erupt into the air and a lot remain on the branch. So you put your first container (a skep) upside down on a sheet on the ground, with the rim propped up on a stone so bees can get in and pheromones can get out. Then you get your second container (cardboard box) and repeat the process, gathering another cluster of bees. Then you stand back and observe that quite a lot of bees are still in the air, and quite a lot of bees are still on the branch, and you don’t know where the queen is. So you put a third container (cardboard box) over the bees on the branch, and you go away and leave the bees to vote with their feet (or wings) for the container that the queen is in.
When I returned, the electoral results were clear:
Box in tree: 0 votes
Box on ground: 0 votes
Skep: all the votes!
Nucleus box with new swarm
So I did get the queen with that first shake. I should’ve then left them there till dusk, so that the scout bees would all have returned from viewing prospective homes before I picked up the skep and took the bees to an empty hive. But the memory of the prime swarm leaving the damson tree so soon was still sharp. I didn’t want to risk losing yet another swarm. So I grabbed the skep then and there and took the swarm back to the apiary, where I rehomed it in a nucleus box. This evening, there are scout bees circling the elder branch around the place where the swarm used to be. I feel rather bad about it. I wonder whether they will be able to remember their old home and return to it, or whether their memories have been irreversibly reset. The fact that they are still out there seems to indicate the latter, or at least that their “reprogramming” is quite robust. Hopefully, though, they will eventually give up the swarm for lost and will follow the trail of Nasonov pheromone to one of the apiary hives.
Bees from the swarm began fanning as soon as they were in the nucleus box. One bee very helpfully stationed herself as a Nasonov beacon at the hive entrance, tail in the air, wings beating to fan the pheromone.
I noticed that the bees in the original hive were doing the same thing, arrayed all across the landing board. Too much time seemed to have passed for this to still be related to their earlier swarming, so I hovered to watch for a while, calculating that it was possibly about time that a new queen in that hive would be starting to go on mating flights, and that this might be the bees signalling the way back home for her. So I watched the landing board in case I was lucky enough to see a queen’s return.
And I did see something! Not on the landing board, but climbing on a plant in front of it, there was a queen bee.
Could this be the new young queen, gone out for her first flight, and now trying to get home? I picked her up.
Instead of walking, she was clinging to the plant stem and rubbing her legs over her abdomen, as if she was trying to get clean. And then I saw that something was wrong - the wings on her left side were small and deformed. She would be unable to fly.
I guessed that the bees had encouraged her to leave the hive, to practise flying and maybe to take her first mating flight. And she had tried, and fallen down.
If this is the one queen that the colony have left, or the one they have chosen, then it seems very unlikely they will succeed. She won’t be able to take a mating flight, and therefore won’t be able to lay fertilised eggs.
But maybe the bees kicked this poor queen out of the hive. Maybe they have another queen in reserve. Unless that was the queen who swarmed today.
I wasn’t sure what to do with the queen in my hand. I wondered whether the bees would rush to welcome her back, or whether they would drive her away again. I put her on the corner of the landing board, and she made a beeline for the entrance, marching straight in.
Make way for the Queen
If there is another queen in that hive, and I kind of hope there is, then returning the half-winged queen was probably an error. Maybe time will tell.
I am anyway reasonably sure that the swarm I retrieved have their own queen still with them, because they so decisively moved into the skep.
So I now have three colonies, each of which will probably be trying to get their queen mated over the next week or so. Fortunately the weather is looking ok for mating flights. So I will open the hives in a couple of weeks’ time and see whether any of them have a laying queen.
