It started as a wild hair. I moved a swarm of bees at work to keep them away from some employees who are deathly allergic.
Besides, bees are important to the environment, so you don’t want to kill them. I learned along the way how to get a swarm to relocate them. At first, it was a fiasco, but after moving a few over a couple of years, I got better.
Not to be a braggart, although it’s bragging, but not a prideful bragging, just an accomplishment bragging….OK, so I’m tooting my horn with a fog horn beecause I did it beeuatifully!
And, (brag, brag) I’ve only been stung once a couple of years ago when one got under my hard hat. That bee kamikazed its stinger right in the bald spot! Yeah. It hurt! Big red lump on the bald spot for a week!
The wild hair (no pun intended) has turned into an interest. I bought a bee box from a feed store and waited. Patiently. Continue reading Welcome to the Bee Box→
A quiet young man at work calls himself a “city boy” by birth, but is becoming more “countrified” every day. He bought a small chicken coop and put it in his backyard several months ago so he could have “fresh eggs”.
He lives slap dab in the middle of town and the four Rhode Island Red chicks he bought turned out to be roosters. Roosters don’t lay eggs, so in quiet frustration, he told me he was starting over this weekend with four pullet chicks from another distributor.
The roosters?
“Well”, sounding more like a tired old farmer than a young city guy learning the basics, “I think I’m gonna have some fresh grilled chicken.”
Have you slaughtered chickens before?
“Well, no. But I went dove hunting once, and it’s probably about the same.”
He hadn’t decided if he was going to chop off their heads or wring their necks. I smiled at his conundrum, and a brain wrinkled memory flashed back.
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