Posts Tagged ‘Farming’

15
Nov

Standing By

   Posted by: Mikko    in Bees, The Farm

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The bees are holding steady.

Five days ago, we found them completely under siege; hundreds of bee bodies laying everywhere, fighting bees rolling around trying to sting each other to death, tens more trying desperately to guard the entrance while troops approached ready for battle. As beekeeper, I felt helpless and vulnerable and guilty for somehow failing my tiny sisters.

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That night we attempted a bold maneuver and cloaked the hive in netting, making sure that they had food and water inside the bounds of their temporary fort.

Each day I would find hundreds of bodies strewn about the platform that the hive stands on, with several drowned bees floating in the sugar water and water bucket. At the entrance were a steady stream of live bees coming to push out the dead.

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Yesterday, amidst the pouring rain, after 3 days of being veiled, we uncovered the hive. We refreshed the water, removed the food and swept away the fallen soldiers.  We crossed our fingers and we waited.

Today the temperature reached into the 60’s and sunny.  Incredible for mid-November.  The bees were out and pissed!  I called Roberta, my mentor, for advice.  I had been avoiding this call for fear that I would be scolded for having jeopardized the hive in some way.  I knew that, up to this point in the siege, we had done all that we could do.  Now I needed to know if my instincts were right.

She told us that our idea of the netting was “ingenious”.  This was a brilliant strategy to give our bees some time to fall back and replenish themselves, while getting the robbers frustrated enough to leave.  The fact that our bees were now aggressive was a good sign, they were on their guard.  Trying to get into the hive, and smoking them in the process, would only lower their defenses and make them vulnerable to another attack.  It was best to wait a few days, then go into the hive and see how much honey had been robbed.  While the bees were able to regroup, they were not out of the woods yet and we needed to watch for more robbers, re-net if necessary, but most importantly,  see if the honey losses were severe enough to warrant feeding them through the winter.

By now you have realized that the pictures you are looking at are not of bees.  These are shots from our trip to the American Museum of Natural History that we took this past September.  First, I had decided to put these photos in because looking at pictures of dead bees is quite depressing.   I now realize that there is another reason.  Many of these creatures died by the hands of man.  And yet, all of the creatures that died, did so in order to help further educate humanity on their lives.  In a way, isn’t that what my bees are doing for me?  Do I have the right to determine whether or not they live, through the way that I choose to care for the colony?  Is my education, and the education of my family (and my blog readers) enough to justify the death of the entire community of a life form?

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This is a picture of my kids sitting at a Starbucks in NYC, before we went into the museum.  On the walk over, they had collected the leaves that they liked the best and were spreading them out on the table to examine.  Here they were, in what some would argue the #1 metropolis in the world, buzzing with people and cars, in wall to wall concrete, and my kids were collecting leaves.

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This is why I keep bees.  It breaks my heart to sit and wonder if, by my ignorance, others might perish.  However, I know that the ultimate goal is not to collect honey or be named “World’s Best Beekeeper”, but to instill a love of nature and a respect for others in my children.  If I can raise a generation that appreciates how honey is made and what it takes to care for something as small as a honeybee, then maybe future generations will be safe from the ignorance of their ancestors.

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While the battle continues on, so do the lessons.  Life can be mean and painful and hard, but we respect and honor Nature… all of Her.  There is no good and there is no bad.  And we are a part of it all.

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I can’t tell you what is going to happen with my bees.  What I can tell you is that I am so very grateful for the opportunity to stand by as it does.

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10
Nov

Under Siege

   Posted by: Mikko    in Bees, The Farm

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The hive is being robbed.  This means that the colony was weak and area bees from other colonies (feral or farmed) are stealing out the honey and killing the bees in the process.  If left unchecked, they will rob out every speck of honey and my colony will be left to starve to death.  Tonight Brian and I will be draping nets over the hive to keep out the robbers.  We’re hoping that by putting food and water in the netting, but containing the hive, they will get a chance to come back and fight off the robbers that return.

I feel awful.  I was checking in the hive in October and thought that they were strong.  With a deep brood and a medium brood, there remains a deep and a super of honey to last the colony through the winter.  I had only checking as far down as the top brood through September to make sure they were doing ok.  When I spotted a couple of mites in Sept. I decided NOT to treat the bees, hoping that they could handle the pests themselves.  I comforted myself with the knowledge that they were able to keep the mite population down to only a couple, that I had seen.

I also decided that perhaps it was best to let the bees alone to do what they do best.  I didn’t inspect into the bottom boxes, thinking that leaving them alone was better than messing with their space.  At last check, in October, the population was large and the boxes were filled with honey.

Now, there are at least 100 dead bees scattered about the opening of the hive and a major battle being waged.  I feel as if I neglected my job, rather than limiting my presence for the good of the colony.

I’ll keep you posted.

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24
Jul

Just Us

   Posted by: Mikko    in The Farm

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Today I spent the entire day down at the main garden. Truly a gift since that hasn’t happened since we first planted.

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This is my Dad.  He is the Keeper of the Garden.  When I was a kid, Dad would come home from work, change out of his shirt and tie and head straight out into the garden.  I remember him begging us to help him pull weeds and haul water.  I hated it.  I didn’t care if the peas came directly out of the garden minutes before dinner.  To me, it just meant that I had to shell them… another chore.

It wasn’t until years later, living in Brooklyn and trying to feed my own child really good food, that I finally ‘got it’.  I wanted to make sure that our food wasn’t filled with toxins, and I missed the taste of a perfectly ripe, homegrown tomato.

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So, I started a garden on my fire escape in Brooklyn.  First I started with herbs, then I moved on to tomato plants.  But growing a garden on a fire escape, while relatively pest free, still has it’s challenges.  The tomato plants started to perish, the bottom leaves were yellowing and getting spots.  I panicked and spent way too much time online researching tomato diseases.  I learned about the tobacco virus and late season blight and a host of others.  In the end, the answer was just that the confined space didn’t allow for good air circulation.  The plants, without the breathing room of wide open spaces, wilted and died.

I began to feel like those tomato plants.  There wasn’t enough breathing room for me in Brooklyn and I needed to grow things where there was… back home.  The very same place that I had felt was suffocating me over 10 years earlier, and left.  The next summer I started traveling upstate on the weekends just to care for a few tomato plants.  It wasn’t long before we were moving back home and building the farm.

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My Dad had stopped gardening sometime around my teen years.  Life’s responsibilities began to push away the time and attention that he was able to give to his passion.  And, outside of my Dad, no one really cared about the gardens anymore.  It wasn’t long before the fields went fallow and the produce was all store bought.

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Today I spent the day with my Dad.  We laughed while we watched my children spend the afternoon building a Fairy Mermaid Scarecrow with their aunt and cousin.  He proudly showed me the plastic bin of socks that he’d stolen out of Mom’s laundry room to use to tie up tomato plants. He gave me the tour through the plants pointing out the failures as well as the proud successes.  We came to the tomato plants, and there were the same yellowing spotted branches at the bottom that I had encountered on my fire escape.

“What do you think?,” he asks me, putting my authority above his own. ” I read about this tomato blight in the newspaper… but I don’t think that’s it.  I think it is just too wet, not enough sun and air circulation.”

“Yeah Dad.  I think you might be right.”

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Thanks Dad.

UPDATE:

Despite the intense amounts of rain (yes, it is raining right now… again… ) the plants all seem to be doing well.  Everything should be about 50% bigger, but we’ll take what we can get.  Let’s just pray for a late frost at this point.

The ‘above ground pond’ is leaking.  Brian and I called an emergency Koi pond planning meeting.  This means that I go out and pull up a handful of fresh herbs from the garden and he mixes them into a cocktail.  We sip our creation and wait for inspiration.  Of course, it came… right between sips of our pineapple sage, spearmint vodka lemonade.  Thinking about taking the old water tanks in the basement and turning them into a pond/fountain.  Luckily it is raining again (Luckily? Did I just say that?) and the pond can’t possibly empty out faster than it is getting filled.  Hey look!  There’s that silver lining!

Finally, this is the last task that Dad and I did in the garden today:

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Time to go make pickles!  Night!

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