Tag: bees
There’s this claim by animal rights activists that domestic honeybees are really bad pollinators and that native bees are pretty much always better. I don’t immediately believe it, but I thought I’d ask you about it since you seem to know a lot about bees
Untrue, actually.
Native bees ARE excellent pollinators! But honeybees are also very good at it. There are certain native flowers that ONLY certain native bees can pollinate, but on stuff like apple trees and goldenrod and many other native/imported plants, honeybees and native bees alike are both very good at pollinating.
Other native pollinators like butterflies, bats, hummingbirds, ect also do very important pollination work!
I’m coopting this post to remind folks that cacao trees are pollinated by mosquitoes who are also very very important if marginally annoying. Importantly, none of the species currently known to be carriers of disease, such as malaria or West Nile virus, have anything to do with chocolate. But there are mosquitoes that pollinate cacao trees.
I forgot about this! But yep! 10/10 excellent addition.
Some of you were curious about the honey process
Well, I’m here to show you what these wonderful little ladies make, and how us humans collect the extra.
Some Vocabulary:
This is a Langstroth beehive. Those boxes in it are called “Supers”. Supers hold 10 frames each. Frames look like this.
I’m here to teach you about honey extraction from this particular kind of hive, and when you only have like 5 or 6.
The Process:
First, we start with the frame of honey.
Notice anything? The bees have “capped” this honey with beeswax so it can keep for the winter! (or beekeep heheh)
So what you wanna do is cut those bad boys off with ya Hot Knife.
(Or you can just scrape them off with a fork. Or poke holes in them. Dealer’s choice, man.)
Next, you put your uncapped frames in the Crazy Spin Cylinder. (The Extractor)
And YA CRANK IT
And the honey sp i n s
Honey GO
H O N E Y
The frames are spun at such a high speed that the honey is pulled right out!
Next, you open the spigot at the bottom, run it through a strainer…
Pour it in a jar…
and VOILA!
Beautiful Bee Nectar that you got yaself! This has been a PSA
This is my favorite episode of How It’s Made.
via reddit.com
im sorry this is the funniest fuckin thing ive ever heard
*muffled Yakety Sax plays from inside beehive*
Beekeeper: yeah that happens periodically
one of my fave bee facts is that sometimes they just tire themselves out and fall asleep in flowers while gathering nectar
she slep
He* slep.
“The prophecy did say ‘no man of woman born’… but you are not what I was expecting.” The old witch peered beadily over her spectacles. “I thought the hero would be a young lady, or someone delivered by C-section, or maybe the child of a transgender man. Not… whatever you’re supposed to be.” She gestured vaguely at Cam with a wizened and knobbly hand.
“I am an automaton, ma’am.”
The witch scoffed. “An Ottoman? The empire may be large, hero, but it is not that large. I’d know if there were metal men stomping around in some far-off corner of the world. Don’t lie to me, hero. I’ll smell it.”
Cam dipped its head. “I am a mechanical construction, assembled by a master craftsman. I can perform many actions like a living thing, if my springs are wound beforehand.”
“PAH!” The witch spat. “So humans send clocks to slay dragons now, is that right? Pathetic!”
“To be fair,” said Cam, “I am a very nice clock.”
The witch huffed, but her scowl cracked into a toothy grin. “Ahh, so you are. Polite, too, an’ that’s rare these days. Come in, hero, an’ I’ll see if I can’t find a boon to grant you.”
Cam stood up and dusted itself off. “I beg your pardon, sir, but I am on a quest and in a hurry. Could you tell me how to get out of this place? My compass was damaged by a troll, and I am very lost.”
“You chipped my fang!” The vampire‘s words were muffled as he held his hands over his mouth.
“I am very sorry, sir,” said Cam. “I would have warned you, but you jumped on me before I had the chance. Will you be alright?”
“No!” The vampire glowered. “I’ve been stalking you all night and now I’m starving! All I wanted was blood!”
“I haven’t got any of that,” Cam apologized. “I am only an automaton.”
“No blood?” The vampire’s shoulders slumped. “Well, what about oil…? Lubricant…? Any kind of vital fluid?”
“I’m afraid not. Can you actually drink lubricant?”
“I dunno. I’ve never tried,” said the vampire, shrugging. “Honestly, it all sounds good about now. I haven’t fed in weeks!”
Cam opened its chest to reveal the jungle of complex machinery inside. “I am made entirely of clockwork,” it said. “I am sorry to inconvenience you.”
The vampire squinted suspiciously at Cam’s clicking gears and took a step back. “Any of your bits made of silver?” There was a note of anxiety in his voice.
“I don’t think so.” Cam looked down at itself. “I’m mostly brass, as far as I can tell, with steel reinforcements…”
“Just checking. Sorry if that was an invasive question, it’s just, you know, I’ve got an allergy to silver and all… I’ve got to be careful.” The vampire looked away sheepishly.
“Oh!” Cam shut its chest and opened a compartment on its thigh. “I always carry an EpiPen! You never know when someone will need it.”
The vampire’s jaw dropped. The very tip of one of his fangs had broken off. “Those things are so expensive! I haven’t owned one since I was alive!”
“I don’t need it,” said Cam, and offered it to the vampire. “If your silver allergy is that dangerous, it should be yours. Go ahead – keep it.”
“Really?! But… I just tried to eat you…”
“Lots of people have.” The automaton shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to it.”
The vampire reached out a thin white hand and reverently accepted the cylinder of medicine. He looked at Cam with an odd expression. “Thank you…” His voice came out choked. “I… don’t know what to say… how can I repay you, automaton?”
“Payment is not necessary. I do not need to eat or drink or pay for room and board… but if it’s not too much trouble, could you show me how to get out of these woods?”
The vampire nodded gravely.
[Content warning: SWARMS!]
The little bee returned and buzzed around Cam’s head. “I am back!” she said brightly. “I brought some of my sisters to meet you!”
Cam held out its hand and the three worker bees alighted gently upon its palm. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Cam. I am pleased to meet you!”
“My sisters are quiet,” said Scout. “But they are the wisest and bravest in the clan.” She did an odd little dance on the swell of Cam’s thumb. “See, sisters?! I found it – all by myself! Isn’t it wonderful?”
“It is very strange,” said the largest bee, regarding it critically with her tiny compound eyes and twitching her antennae. “I have never seen a tree that moved so much.”
“I am not a tree,” said Cam. “I am an automaton; a very complicated kind of machine. Do you think can help me? I carried an old man across a river, but my legs have rusted and I cannot move them.” It pointed at its knees. “I am stuck here and cannot continue my quest until I am freed.”
The bees whispered to each other. Scout wiggled excitedly for a moment, speaking in a hushed voice, and then the largest bee spoke again. “We are only three little worker bees and can do little on our own,” she said. “But we serve a clan of fifteen thousand strong, and the strength of the hive cannot be measured!” Her tiny voice swelled with passion. “Our queen will know what to do – we will return and consult with her now.”
The three bees took off and sped away in the direction of their hive. Scout lingered for a moment, buzzing, and Cam waved at her gratefully. Then she zipped off in pursuit of her sisters.
Cam stood still, listening to the steady ticking of its gears. In the distance it could hear the faintest rumble of thunder, and hoped that the bees would hurry back and free it before it began to rain. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, and the storm grew nearer and nearer. Just as the automaton began to lose hope, it heard a low humming from beyond the trees that grew louder and louder, until the leaves erupted with motion.
Thousands upon thousands of bees burst into the clearing. The air became thick with sound and motion as the insects churned it with their tiny wings, circling around and around in a dark, dense cloud. Some began to land on Cam.
“I brought my family!” said a tiny voice. Scout had to shout to be heard over the loud droning of the swarm.
“Thank you!” said Cam, raising its arms slightly to avoid crushing the bees that were now clinging to its sides. “I am very grateful for your help!”
Scout landed on its nose and peered at it intently. “Our queen is very tired, and we have all traveled very far with no food. We must rest now before we get to work.”
“I understand,” said Cam. “I would not ask you to exhaust yourselves.”
Scout hopped from foot to foot to foot as more bees began to land. “Splendid!” she exclaimed. “We must find cover from the storm, or many of us may die. Will you let us shelter within you?”
“Oh,” said Cam. “Okay.” It could already feel little fuzzy bodies squirming through the gaps of its knees.
“We thank you, friend Cam!”
The air began to still as all the bees settled to rest on the automaton’s body, forming a thick, humming blanket that covered it from head to toe. Some found gaps and crevices at its joints and squeezed inside, and others followed. Cam opened its mouth to ask how long they would need to rest, but bees clambered over its brass lips and upward into its face. To speak would be to crush them between moving gears.
Soon, the entire hive had found its way inside. The soft clattering of millions of tiny feet upon the inner surface of Cam’s brass sheeting echoed in its head, drowning out the sound of its own ticking clockwork. Dark clouds rolled overhead and rain began to patter on the automaton’s body. Most of the water rolled off harmlessly, but some trickled in through the seam of its neck, where more vulnerable mechanics were located. Cam readjusted carefully.
“Please stop moving!” shrieked a tiny voice inside its head. “You’re hurting us!”
“I am sorry! I did not mean–”
“Don’t speak!” The little voice was desperate. “It hurts when you speak!”
Cam fell quiet and waited for morning.
When the sun rose, some of the bees began to stir. Workers clambered out of its torso and stretched their little legs, humming softly to themselves before rising into the air and flying off. Cam watched them go curiously.
“We are all very hungry,” explained Scout, stifling a yawn. “Most of us have not eaten in days, but there is a field nearby full of sweet yellow flowers. We must collect nectar and pollen for our queen and brothers to regain our strength.”
Cam nodded very slightly, eliciting buzzes of irritation inside its head.
The next morning, it tried to ask again, but the queen was busy laying eggs and could not be disturbed from her most noble duty.
On the fourth day, Cam had to interrupt the business of the hive. Its mainspring was unwinding and needed to be tightened by turning the key in the center of its back, just like any clock. If it unwound completely, the automaton would run out of kinetic energy and become senseless and immobile.
“I’m sorry, friend Cam!” said Scout. “But my baby sisters have only just hatched, and they need to be tended to! They are soft and legless things, and cannot leave their cells. You will surely kill them if you move! Please do not hurt them!”
On the seventh day, Cam found itself unable to move. Its mainspring was very loose and it had to speak with great effort, for thick honeycombs had been built around delicate mechanics, paralyzing it from within. It could not move its arms to reach its winding key.
“You tricked me,” it said in a weak voice. “I thought that you were going to help me.”
“I have helped my clan,” retorted Scout. “There can be no evil in that.”
“I am going to shut down,” said Cam. “And there is no one around to wake me up again.”
Scout sighed and rubbed her antennae with her front legs. “To die for the good of the hive is a great honor. You are a worker too, friend Cam! We both serve, and you can serve so many lives!”
Cam could not argue with that even if it wanted to, for its gears were gummed up with honeycomb. The slow, labored ticking of its clockwork could just be heard over the steady hum of the hive within.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick…
And then it was still, and Cam was aware of nothing more, until the great snuffling and slurping of a shaggy beast interrupted its oblivion.
“Stupid. Fucking. Ugh! Bees!” The bear snorted in annoyance, and pawed again at Cam’s back.
The automaton slipped in and out of consciousness several times as the bear roughly investigated its body. The animal cursed profusely under her breath and swatted bees off her nose, but persisted, nipping and scratching at Cam’s mechanisms in search of openings or weaknesses.
A chunk of honeycomb was knocked loose by the bear’s abuse. “Help!” Cam cried, voice weak and rusty from disuse. “Please – help me!”
“You are the chattiest beehive I’ve ever met,” grumbled the bear, and raised its paw for a crushing blow.
“I am not a beehive. I am an automaton.”
The bear paused. “What…?”
“An automaton is a type of clockwork machine,” Cam began, but the bear grunted impatiently.
“I know what a damn automaton is,” she growled. “But what do you mean, you are not a beehive? I can smell honey inside of you.”
Cam could feel its mainspring loosening again and spoke quickly. “If you help me, I will show you how to get it out. I know many useful things and may be of great use to you! You must… wind my key… as tight as it will…”
The automaton came to again, lying flat on its face in the dirt. “…go. Oh. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” The bear snapped at the small brigade of bees that charged out of Cam’s mouth and dove towards her face, shrieking their fury. “Now – let’s see that honey!” A long, pink tongue shot out and lapped across the beast’s great maw in anticipation.
“Well,” said Cam, ignoring the panicked screaming inside its head, “Right now, the honey is secured inside an intricate system of gears and rotating plates, some of which are very sharp, and might damage your most honorable tongue. If someone as gentle and powerful as yourself were to bring me out of the shade and into bright sunlight, the heat could melt the honey into a more convenient state, and you could feast without concern.”
The bear’s small eyes narrowed. “Hmm. Flattery will get you everywhere, little beehive – you are as clever as you say. Very well.” With that, she clamped her massive jaws around Cam’s ankle and pulled, dragging the little brass machine none-too-gently across the forest floor.
“Please!” cried ten thousand voices as one. “For the good of the hive, do not let this happen!”
“I am very sorry,” said Cam. “I do not wish to hurt you, but I must continue my quest. I serve my own queen, for whom I was crafted. I cannot allow you to keep me from my purpose.”
“But the clan! Think of the clan! There are children inside of you!”
“You must take your queen and find a new home – for the good of the hive.” Cam opened its mouth as wide as it would go. “Please… leave while you can! I would not see you harmed.”
The bees hummed and fussed and buzzed and danced in furious argument, stamping their feet and clicking their mandibles. Cam was so focused on listening to them that it did not register where it was until the bear dragged it to the edge of a rocky shelf and opened her mouth, dropping its leg with a loud clang.
“That looks very steep,” it said.
The bear snorted. “Damn right it is.”
“What are–” And then the automaton was rolling, bouncing, and crashing down the hill. Bees poured out of its mouth in a terrified cloud as chunks of honeycomb broke off and rattled around inside Cam’s brass casing.
The automaton came to rest some distance away from the bottom of the hill and lay on its back, staring up at the hot sun and the clear blue sky. Experimentally, it raised an arm, and then it turned its head. Everything appeared to still be working.
The bear approached after some time and settled on her haunches, looking down at the clockwork machine. Without the bees to cool it, Cam’s metal body was scorching hot, and even the mass of honeycomb had melted. “How are you feeling, beehive?”
“Functional,” said Cam. “And… very, very sticky.”
#also yeah of course bears know about automatons it’s common bear knowledge
Found on FB
*******PLEASE DON’T LEAVE DISHES OF SUGAR WATER OUT*******
Post from a beekeeper
Oh dear – I keep hearing tips about leaving bowls of sugar water out to “help” keep bees hydrated. Please, please, please DON’T. Bees are really good at finding what they need and there are so many reasons not to do this. The MOST IMPORTANT reason is that if you within 3 miles of some hives (and most people are) if the bees find the sugar water they’re going to think its a great source of easy food, go back to the hive and recruit more bees to come and collect the “food” and before you know it you’ll have 1.000s and 1,000s of bees descending on your garden/balcony – a very scary sight. This is known as robbing and as beekeeper I’ve seen this a couple of times – once started it is impossible to stop until the source of the “food” has gone.
Other reasons not to do this are – sugar water is essentially “junk” food for bees. Its full of carbohydrates which will give them an energy burst, but has no other nutritional value unlike the food they should be having i.e. nectar.
Honey bees will store this as honey in the hive. The beekeeper unknowingly may end up extracting and selling this as honey later in the year. You don’t want to buy sugar syrup and the beekeeper doesn’t want to be prosecuted for selling a product which isn’t honey.
This is also an easy food source for social wasps.
By all means give a tired bee a drink of sugar water on a spoon, but please don’t leave it out for them.
If you want to help bees there are lots of ways you can do this from planting nectar rich plants or leaving out bowls of water with gravel/small pebbles in so they can access the water which they would be very grateful for.
PLEASE SHARE THIS AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS
Edited – It appears that a lot of the advice I have seen about leaving out sugar water stems from advice from DAVID ATTENBOROUGH. He was absolutely right in his advice, but his advice was if you see a struggling bee to put some sugar water where the bee could reach it – not to leave out bowls of sugar water. Unfortunately it seems like, as usual, media publications have misquoted advice and not done their research
Also please don’t feed bees honey. Surprisingly they don’t eat honey – they eat nectar. Honey bees make honey for their own use during the winter months, but bumble bees collect and use nectar as and when they need it.
Feeding honey can spread disease between bees.
Reblog for a tired bee
YO THIS!
If you want to help bees, grow flowers if you can, and leave out bee watering stations with plain ol’ water in them!
Fun Facts About Honey
– Honey is mostly sugar (WoW!) it is 80% sugar and 20% water (double WoW!)
– There are over 20,000 species of bees, but only 4 make HONEY
-Honey is the ONLY food that contains all the substances you need to survive (Including WATER)
-Children under the age of 1 should not eat honey… why? because sometimes it contains bad stuff called botulism and can cause them to get botulism poisoning (that sucks, even infants should taste the deliciousness that is honey)
-Honey will crystallize under optimum temperatures (this has a lot to do with how you store it)
-Bees produce honey to eat during the winter when there are no flowers and no nectar for them.
-A honeybee would only need an ounce of honey to be able to fuel a flight around the world (this makes for a very cultural bee!)
-A typical beehive can make up to 400 pounds of honey a year! (Wowza!)