Peake-o-matic

Our neighbour came round on Friday to say 'You've got bees', she said. She was right. A swarm of honey bees had chosen one of our chimney pots to call home. Twenty to thirty thousand of them, apparently. I called the local council. 'We don't do bees' I was told, but I was given the number of a local bee keeper. He came straight round, keen to capture them to put into one of his hives. Unfortunately, the chimney in question is not really accessible, but luckily he had a plan. He produced a 'nucleus hive'. This is just a mini bee hive with a few sheets of honeycombed beeswax in it. Into this he put sugared water to attract the bees, the idea being to offer them a more attractive home than our chimney.

Well, the bees took the bait. They kept coming down, finding their way into the hive via the door at the bottom. One can be seen going in on the photo. The bee keeper left the hive on our kitchen roof all day, his plan apparently working.

Just before dark, the bee keeper returned to take the hive away. We dressed, with due solemnity, in bee keeping smocks with integral face protection. I held the ladder while he ascended to retrieve the hive. Once it was down, we carried it carefully to his car. It was then that he became concerned that the hive was unusually quiet. He took a peek inside. Two drowsy bees looked out of an otherwise empty hive. The rotters had robbed the hive of the sugar and fled.

Well at least they had gone. They were no longer crawling over the chimney pot -Until the next day, when they returned and set up camp in the next chimney pot. I ended up trying to remove them by lighting a fire (on the hottest day of the year). This wouldn't harm them, but it should have given them the urge to leave. They took no notice at all.

So they are still up there, though they are keeping a lower profile today.

C'est la bee.