I tasted Royal Jelly, still warm from the bees, this morning and wasn’t very impressed!
I went to the Mill. The owner and her builders weren’t there so I had to burgle my way round to the back of the Corn Store. The bees were flying well and fanning from my trap nucleus hive and, for a change, hadn’t found or created an alternative entrance into their hole in the wall.
The builders have moved from that bit of their massive job and taken their ladders with them so I had commandeer some bricks and blocks to build a small platform to enable me to reach the top of the nucleus and remove the combs for examination. As I didn’t have spectators, I wore a veil this time.
Having removed the lid, I could see that the nuc was well populated. Gently I withdrew the nearest frame and could see dangling clusters of bees in wax-drawing mode. I removed it and placed it on the ground, leaning against a wall.
Then came the important frame, the reason for my visit. It is the one I took from my hive at Frogmore which had contained brood in all stages, but mostly sealed. As I had half expected, the bees, deprived of their Mother’s pheromones,had started building queen cells from the youngest brood. There were four and I removed them before re-building the hive.
They were all sealed and I could see surplus Royal Jelly at the top so tried it. Next time, I won’t bother.