03/11/2022
As with all farming, even with something as tiny as ours, there are successes and then there are the hard times. Today was a bit of both.
Having recovered two unmanaged hives that were inhabiting some animal shelter boxes (elsewhere), we were in the process of transferring the bees and as much of their old home as possible into a managed hive system. As foreign nationals, European Honeybees have to be kept under watch - left alone they can cause all sorts of mischief for our native wildlife.
The excitement of opening the first box and seeing the beautifully straight comb (perfectly sized for standard frames) was quickly dampened when telltale signs of a terrible secret - American Foul Brood (AFB) - a universally fatal disease for honeybees (there is no cure and no management, just a terminal decline). Due to how infectious this disease is, there is only one option. Immediate euthanasia followed by sanitisation of all hive materials that were in contact with the hive either by irradiation or by burning in a fire. Given the box that the bees came in was unusable anyway, the fire option was taken.
The deed done and the girls on a different sort of journey, the were at least honoured with a proper viking funeral - except this time for 10,000 instead of the customary single fallen warrior.
To be extra careful, the week old set of gloves were added to the pyre to avoid any further risk of contamination - something of an offering to hope that that is the end of the AFB journey for our little operation.
The other hive that was recovered has been transferred to a new box, but is in quarantine for several weeks now to observe if they have escaped the curse.
In the mean time, some photos of the perfect comb that we were at least the first and last humans to observe and the fire to which they were offered for the greater good.