Bumble Bee Action Shots

Here are some pics that I took of one of the pretty orange bumblebees we get in Brittany getting to work on the sage bush.

New Manoevres...

Wow!

Have just got back from going beekeeping, where we did all sorts of manoevres that we've never done before!

To start with my dad went and picked up a virgin queen from a beekeeping chum, who had pulled the queen out of her cell a little while ago. He brought it back in a cage with two workers, but didn't want to keep the workers with the queen in case their presence encouraged attack from our colony. So we did something completely new to us: we moved the queen into another (worker-free) cage. To do this we set up somthing like those containers that scientists handles radioactive materials or whatever with - a box with places where you can sticks your arms, so you can work with fiddly tweezers etc. without exposing yourself to ionising particles (except that ours was a bit less hi-tech and involved a plastic bag, some rubber gloves, and fiddling about with bees instead of radioactive isotopes).

With our queen in her very own little cage we set up the mechanism that would allow us to dangle her between two frames inside the hive. Again, it was an incredibly hi-tech solution, involving a paperclip and a match stick.

We then drove off to the apiary, all of a flutter and terribly excited. We opened up the hive and slid her down between two frames, where she was held up with the matchstick. We then mucked about with supers for a bit and then we came home.

It's very interesting though. I reckon that there were more bees than there were when we went to check last week, and they were definitely their usual grumpy selves again, rather than the calm, docile, exempliary specimens they had become when they were queenless. Also, they had almost filled up their first super, when last week they were only working on two of the frames!

This raises two questions:

1. Do they have a new queen?

2. If they do have a new queen, which queen will they choose to sting to death?

3. What sort of honey is it that they are collecting, now that the oil seed rape has finished?

(OK, so that was three questions). Hmmm, interesting........

Garden Disasters

I have just enjoyed 5 days on holiday in France with the family. It was lovely. We went on a few walks, ate lots of French bread and watched the entire first series of All Creatures Great And Small.

A beautiful Breton beach

When we first arrived, however, we were treated to an unpleasant shock. Everything was overgrown and messy; a tree had fallen over at the bottom of the garden, narrowly avoiding my young oak tree; and the veg patch was a disgrace.

Hardly any sweetcorn or sunflowers had survived; and the potatoes, onions, shallots and garlic were overrun with weeds. In fact, the weeds were taller than the onions and shallots, meaning that lots of them had died, either by rotting in the ground or from being too shady. The ones that were alive were either yellow or pathetically small. We did so much weeding in fact that by the end of the holiday, the compost bin wouldn't even close.

There were slugs and snails EVERYWHERE. Literally every leaf we turned up on the rhubarb was playing host to at least five of the devils, and they'd clearly been on the tatties and sunflowers too. Everything was munched to bits.

We started a clear up operation on our first day (squishing slugs in a heavy downpour with a non-waterproof waterproof coat on is not much fun), and finished it on our last. I didn't take a before picture, as it was just too upsetting a sight, but here is an after. We planted all the spare brassicas etc. as well.

I am not a huge organic fanatic (pay more for something that is cheaper to produce than the stuff they spray with NPK? You're having a laugh, surely!!) but I do prefer to not spray with foul eutrophication-inducing pesticides unless absolutely necessary. I have had great success with an organic slug solution called Slug Off, but the situation was so bad that I am afraid that I had to employ the use of little blue Antilimasse pellets. The pictures show what they do to slugs...they sort of melt them...eurgh. Before and after: Antilimasse melts a slug...

Most of the brassicas and all the chillis and runner beans have been planted behind our rabbit-proof rusty wire & willow withy contraption, but I am afraid that the others will just have to hold on for as long as possible.

In the end though, we got the garden looking alright again, and the fallen willow was chopped up and placed on our building bonfire.

However, we arrived back and this morning I discovered -

- APHIDS! ON MY CELERY! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN???

I have done some research and I now know that:

1. Aphids can cause leaves to shrivel, black powdery mould, white dusty stuff around the base of the plant (old insect skins or something...not v pleasant) etc etc...all the symptoms fit.

2. They must be caught early (yeech...I hope I am not too late!)

3. They can hollow out the stems of plants, and attack new growth. Therefore, they can actually kill the infested plants (oh! what a horrid thought!)

4. Some sorts overwinter on woody plants and then move over onto non-woody plants during the summer...(I suppose I shouldn't have planted them in the bed under the woody viburnum)

5. They can be treated in a variety of ways, including rotenone (aka Derris Dust), various insecticides, biological controls such as ladybirds, and by planting garlic and onions near susceptible plants.

So far I have sprinkled Derris Dust on some of the plants and sprayed the rest with an insecticide (my organic ideals go down the pan when faced with disaster, it seems). Tomorrow I may see if I can buy ladybirds in the local garden centre or I might try spraying with a foul garlicky concoction...or I may interplant with chives, as my Grandad's book on companion planting (the source of all knowledge and wisdom) remarks that chives are never attacked by anuthing, and actually moans on about how nobody seems to notice this.

I am so worried though. My little celeries! My little plants! I have nurtured them and tended them, and they are like my babies!!! If anything bad happens to them I don't know what I'll do! Collapse and weep in a corner for the next few months probably. I just hope I succeeded in getting into all the nooks and crannies where the aphids hide...

Oh well. I must not give up hope. And at least I know for next year to interplant with onions and garlic and to keep them away from woody shrubs, and everything else seems to be going OK (except for the broad beans, beetroot and garlic, which were flattened in a deluge last night): the peas are reaching for the sky and my tomatillo is taller than my mother!

The Witch Chickens Of Hampshire

Bad news: Hilda has joined Cleo gone broody again. Which means that two out of three of our hens will be producing no eggs until they come to their senses and snap out of it.

It is very annoying when they get broody. Obviously it is a natural part of being a chicken, but as we have no room for hundreds of little chicks and too many fussy neighbours for a cockerel it is rather pointless.

We actually gave Hilda some fertilised eggs to sit on once, donated by a chicken-keeping friend, but given the chance of actually fulfilling the purpose of going broody, she was an awful mother. She kept leaving them to get cold. Thus no little chicks grew inside; they just went off.

Broodies are also horribly grumpy animals. They go round attacking anything that moves (ducks, rabbits, humans, for example) if you disturb them, and if you lift them out of the nest box they make a very affronted "brrrrriiiiiiii!" noise. We have tried all sorts of methods: just leaving them to it, lifting them out of the nest box every time they go in, locking them out altogether (although this means that poor old sensible Nod can't go in and lay)...but nothing works. We're going to have to make a broody coop and do the thing properly.

Sometimes when both Cleo and Hilda are broody and Noddy needs to lay an egg, we find them all crammed into the two nestboxes. Here is a pic.


Noddy never goes broody. I feel quite sorry for her as today she keeps hanging round the ducks as if she's saying, "can I play with you today?" Poor chook.

The one that got away...

Damn it!!

Just a few minutes ago a swarm of bees flew over the house. It was a large swarm. It was like a big black cloud, moving at a tremendous speed and buzzing like mad. We looked in the garden, alerted the neighbours, ran up the road (twice) and approached various strangers with what must have seemed a very odd question, "have you by any chance seen a swarm of bees just go by?"

If we had caught them, they could have become our fourth colony, or been united with the third one to make it stronger. There was always the chance that they had a disease, but that's a risk you take when a swarm comes along.

I got myself all excited and now I feel...mopey, deflated, and bereaved.

Alas!

Beekeeping and the Smallholder and Garden Show 2008

Yesterday we went to check on the bees. We'd left it long enough that the two hives without queens should have hatched out a couple of emergency queens, the queens should have gone on their mating flight, and they should have been starting to lay new bees. However, neither of them had queens. The queen larva in the new hive had died inside the cell (see pic) and the other one...well, there was no brood at all. We gave each hive another frame full of brood and eggs from our one productive hive, and so they have another chance now (this is also good becuase the productive one is the only hive of nice docile bees - if it works we will have three hives of nice docile bees!). If they still don't manage to create new queens, the ones we ordered from a local queen breeder will have arrived by then anyway. So all is not lost.

The good-tempered and productive hive has already filled one super (so heavy that I can't lift it on my own!!) and is onto its second. If the weather perks up again and stays good (touch wood), it may be a 3-super year...it would certainly make up for the problems we have been having with the other two hives!


Smallholder & Garden Festival, Royal Welsh Showground, Builth Wells, Saturday 17 May 2008


On Friday night we drove up to Wales and stayed in the shoebox, and then on Saturday we went to the Smallholder & Garden Festival at the Royal Welsh Showground.


It was such good fun. The place was absolutely heaving, and there were all small producers there selling their produce, and smallholders had brought their animals along to show, and their were demonstrations of sheep shearing, spinning, weaving, blacksmithing, etc. A really interesting day. Below are some pics.


The angora goats were the first thing we visited. Poppy loves goats and wants to get some (not in my garden!) and has even been on a goat keeping course at the local farm, where she learned to worm them, vaccinate them, trim their hooves, etc. But hadn't managed to convince me until Saturday.
The angoras seemed very good natured, and although they had obviously been pampered for the show, I was surprised to find that they were not as smelly as I have always believed goats to be. The memories of the foul-smelling neglected billy goat that used to live down by the canal evaporated. Apparently you shear angoras twice a year, which was a very persuasive factor. Just think how much mohair I would have to knit with! So angoras are in, when we finally get somewhere big enough to keep them.



Next we looked at some llamas and alpacas. I have a very soft spot for alpacas. They make my heart melt into a gooey mess. They are beautiful. And their fibre is exquisite. I finally managed to convince the more sceptical of my family ("so what do you do with them? are they for meat or do you just knit them?") that alpacas are graceful, beautiful, friendly, and that their beautiful fibre is worth the effort of keeping them. I have not told them the price of your average alpaca however. Better drop that bombshell when our plans are underway.

I am not so keen on the llamas though. Whereas alpacas are small and if you needed to you could easily overpower and restrain them, llamas are tall and their ears are frighteningly large (I don't know why their ears frighten me, but they look somehow unnatural). Also the farm used to have two, but they had to get rid of them when they nearly killed someone. So llamas are a no. But alpacas are a yes! Next was more goats. Yes more of them. The kids are very sweet but I am not won over by the Anglo-Nubians that Poppy is so fond of. Again it is the ears. They are just too big to be allowed. However, the Father Being tried some goats cheese and liked it, and liked the Boer goats. I may not manage to get away with only woolly goats. I may have to tolerate dairy and meat goats too. Oh well. The pigs were spectacular!!! They were all just lolling around in their pens fast asleep. Then when judging started we hopped over to the ring and watched two boars running at them and their owners frantically running after them, whacking them with walking sticks and blocking their way with white boards that said Natwest on them. I have never been to this sort of agricultural show. It was most interesting, and at times quite amusing too.


There was also a competition for sows. They were much calmer but seemed to need to relieve themselves more often. They were beautiful pigs of all breeds, including a mangalitza. I wonder if you can knit mangalitza hair?

Above: two Gloucester Old Spots. Below: the Mangalitza
We visited the poultry section too. There was everything from pigeons to bantams to owls there. There were loads of ducklings who, if head did not overrule heart on such occasions, I would have loved to have taken home. All of them. The lot. But common sense prevailed.
The poultry section was the only bit that disappointed me really. Although lots of the birds seemed healthy, there were also lots who looked very ill and uncared for. There were two silver laced partridge wyandotte hens for sale who had the worst case of scaly leg I've ever seen - and scaly leg is very damaging if you let it take hold, as your hens can lose toes. I am no great animal rights activist but I was totally shocked by the state of some of the birds. Chickens, ducks etc are not hard to keep. There is no excuse for letting animals suffer like that. I hope they found good homes

We also walked around shedloads of sheep, who were all so beautiful! My mother fell for some badger faced Welsh Mountain (no pic I'm afraid) although I was upset to see none of my favourite Gotland sheep there. I suppose they are not a native breed though, and so quite rightfully Llandwenogs, Welsh Mountains etc. had pride of place. We watched a shearing demonstration and it was very interesting - almost like a ballet.

After a bit more walking around, a quick visit to the remnants of the green building exhibition we went to a few months ago, a lamb burger and a Crickhowellian apple juice, we went home. The next day consisted of a visit to the art gallery in the Crickhowell info centre (I LOVE it there!) and a walk along the Usk. It is so beautiful, is Wales. The English don't know what they're missing.

All those eggs...

Today it is wet and miserable. And it has been so wonderful, sunny and warm recently! No wonder us Brits are always moaning about our climate; even in summer you are never sure what you are going to get.


I don't suppose the bees will be out today very much. If at all.


Oh well. There is always a bright side i.e. with all the rain we don't have to water everything so much today.


We currently have 21 eggs, both chicken and duck, waiting to be used in our kitchen (the picture shows a mere fraction of their numbers). What with two ducks who lay like clockwork and one broody, two sporadically laying unreliable hens, you'd think we would be prepared for a glut. But we are not. So this afternoon we shall be baking numerous cakes, and making ice cream and lemon curd (lemon curd!!) and after all that will still be having omelette for supper. But it is always nice to enjoy the fruits of one's labours (not that we do much more than muck them out every once in a while, cover their legs with Vaseline when they get scaly leg and throw food at themthe rest of the time).

Today, despite the dreary weather, we have been planting. We have planted some of the vast number of nicotiana we have grown this year, as well as the rest of the tomatoes and some brassicas: mostly cabbage and broccoli, with some sprouts still left to grow on a bit before they go in. I planted so many seeds this year, thinking that not all of them would germinate, that we may not have to buy any greens for the coming year. In fact, by this time next year we will probably be sick of them.



Here is some of the stuff still waiting to go in. We had better pull our fingers out quick!

Everything that we have actually got planted in though is doing really well! Here are some pictures.

Our greenhouse, donated by some neighbours this year (the entire frame was just lifted over our garden wall. It is now occupied by a morose tortoise and a grumpy toad) is pretty much full to the brim. We planted tomatoes Moneymaker and Marmande in there, as well as a tomatillo plant (Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall uses them in chutney, so we thought we'd try it...not that our cupboards aren't already full of the stuff), cucumbers and lots of aubergines. The pathetic excuses for chilli peppers and the basil are yet to go in.

The salad bed, consisting of some cut and come again spicy oriental leaves, our second and third crops of radishes, two rows of gem lettuces, lots of weeds, and more stuff waiting to be planted out. The lettuces are my pride and joy at the moment, as we are having salad every evening for the first time ever. I planted them really thickly and now as I thin them out I just snap the roots off and use the baby leaves in salads. They're really juicy, crisp and tender, and a real treat.

My peas have rocketed. I have put pea sticks and string in but it is not enough. I cannot keep up with them. There are two varieties in there: Calibra and Oregon Sugar Pod.

Broad Beans The Sutton. These were very slow to germinate and are still looking a bit weedy, although they probably don't like the shadier patch I organised for them on the crop rotation this year. They are interplanted with marigolds which, according to my Granddad's book on companion planting (the fountain of all wisdom) will keep the black fly off.

This bed is savoy cabbages and celery, with more stuff waiting to go in.

This bed is onion, garlic and shallots that were left over from our garden in France, along with some spectacular French beetroot. Our neighbour in France, Mme Georgette (also the fountain of all wisdom) grows beetroots like nothing you've ever seen. They are the size of small planets and full of flavour. Eat too many and your pee goes reddish orange. So that's what we're aiming for.

This bed is now planted up with brassicas, but beforehand it was our storage bed.

And here are some pictures of our animals.

Badly behaved chickens in the rabbit run.

So that is all that has happened since the last post. At the weekend we are running away to Wales to go to the smallholders' show at Builth Wells. Should be interesting.