Monday, April 27, 2026
Meanwhile, Back Before Spring Shearing...
Saturday, April 18, 2026
I Gave Up
I'd hoped for the last two years that I'd be able to pick up a neighborhood swarm and feel pretty sure that I had at least some descendants from Stella's bees. That didn't work out and I finally decided to just start over. Of course, now that I've gone to all this trouble and expense, I'll probably find a swarm next week.
While a friend and I were waiting for the stragglers to move from the package into the hive box, we were able to watch some of the bees start to fan and talk to each other and then saw some take orientation flights circling over the hive box. A few even started exploring whatever these flowers are.
By nightfall, all but a few were tucked into the box and I was able to pick up the last 10 or so and deposit them at the entrance. Hopefully they'll be happy here. They've had a long couple of days I'd guess being packaged up and moved. I promised them that tomorrow will be a better day.
Sunday, April 5, 2026
March
Sunday, March 22, 2026
Under The Burled Arch

The front or "right" side.
All in all it was very fun and I'm looking forward to my next project. And it was nice to hang out with one of my all time favorite sheep for a bit :-).
Friday, March 20, 2026
Speaking Of Cats
I just added a cute picture of Bullseye to yesterday's post. I'd saved it...and then promptly forgot about it.
On a crazy note, a video of Possum and Archie with a little bit of Bea went viral on Instagram last week. Not millions of views viral (thank goodness), but as of this morning, 230,000 views.
Leave it to Possum, the Murphy of the cat world here.
I think part of why this happened was a short poem by Carl Sandburg that begins "The fog comes on little cat feet." I wasn't aware of that, so am happy I got something of value from the 318 (!) comments that the post received...most of which I don't believe were bots.




















