A call was received in the late afternoon that a swarm had appeared in a tree.
We, the Swarmbusters Susanne, Brian, Peter and Michele) immediately sprang into action. Ready in seconds, all tooled up we drove there, and inspected the location.
OMG! …that was a huge swarm ensconced in a mat of branches and sharp needles in a Cedar tree, 9 feet or so above ground. Puzzling how best to approach the problem, and after a short discussion – too short for some of us – i.e. “Fools rushing where angels dare to tread” , we set up the ladder. By now the excitement and the adrenaline were running high.
A mighty shake of the tangle of branches dislodged a good many, some still clinging to the mat of branches, but still too many flying around angrily.
But, was the QUEEN in the box?
We carefully upturned the box on the ground, leaving a small gap for the rest of the bees to crawl in…
Lo! And Behold! four hours later they were all in the bait box! We slid the lid underneath carrying the lot to the car, then we drove home. It was getting dark.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, Peter had set up the hive to receive them. And ready with a torch.
When we were ready to dump the bees in the brood box, we found them all over the sides of the bait box, not as a cluster, which made it more problematic as to how to get them all in. Brian administered some very hard knock onto the box, then with a light brushing most started to fall in. Some still clung to the bait box.
Hoping that Madam was unharmed and in the brood box, we set the bait box with its opening towards the hive entrance on my best ivory coloured table cloth.
We closed the hive and went away.
Next morning they were All in!