We have in Ealing what I’m sure Phillip and his bees over at the Mud Songs blog in Newfoundland, Canada would think of as a light dusting of snow, a mere icing sugar like sprinkling. Personally I am enjoying it. London in winter can be a grey place; the snow covers up all the dirt with sparkling light.
But how are the bees doing? I went down to the apiary today to find out. Someone had got there before me…a male beekeeper, by the looks of it, possibly in wellies. I left slightly more delicate tracks behind.
The crocuses are wilting. They came too early.
With a dusting of snow on the ground, I assumed our ladies would not be flying. How wrong I was. Rosemary’s underlings poked their heads out of the entrance and seemed to be feeling out the temperature. A minute later a worker landed on a patch of snow on our hive roof and started buzzing frantically. I picked her up using a leaf but she either fell or flew off, I’m not sure which, before I could blow hot air on her.
The bees have been well insulated with the generous help of the elder beekeepers, particularly Pat, who provided some industrial style bubblewrap and polystyrene, and Thomas, who helped Emma tuck the bees in. They have also been supplied with pre-addressed envelopes in case they want to send us letters.
The last thing I did before leaving was feed the robins on behalf of Don. Don is a kind-hearted Australian beekeeper who always feeds the apiary’s robins every Saturday. But he is in Australia for six weeks now, so the robins will be missing him. I hope they enjoy their seeds.
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