In case we weren't busy enough already, what with a very old house, a boys bedroom to finish, a roof to put on, foster classes, five kiddos, and a passel of poultry - we've branched out into little cute buzzing things.
This is just a temporary box. The honeybees get moved into their new hive next.
A very, very long time ago, I stood *very* still holding the smoker for my Dad as he moved and checked hives. I never got stung once, even though I was just wearing shorts and a t-shirt so this brings back happy memories. We think we'll try the one hive for a year and maybe add another next year.