Because we didn't space this super (extra box for those who don't know their beehive lore) properly, the bees made their own combs independent of the frames themselves. We removed it and had our first sample of honey. It's fucking awesome.

Unfortunately, I did not have the camera handy during either the frame extraction or uncapping of the frames, so here they are draining away in a filter container. When bees fill a cell with honey they seal it with wax to preserve it for another day.

A shot of the container from the side. You will see a reflection of the camera, but you will not see me.

Another shot from the top.

I end this with a picture of my Jack Russel Terrier.

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So this is actually one of the scariest jobs ever made
Watching them all moves and stuff together with a giant one as their leader... uhg

how can you have bees? i was told they're going extinct and we're all going to starve to death because of it.

what are you gonna do with the honey?










make bombs i hope.

The honey will go into jars for not bombs. If it doesn't rain tomorrow or Wednesday I'll try to take pictures of the vineyard where I work.

These bees so pringles.

Here's more of the vineyard where I work. Pictured here is the R&D plot, where the leftover vines we didn't plant this year go. We will monitor how well these plants fair for the next few years.

The north field, which consists of 144 plants across 8 rows (1152 plants). I helped put these in the ground hardly two months ago and they are taller than me!
Today we stripped the leaves from the bottoms of these plants so they can turn to wood. This particular field of vines will grow Chardonnay, because the soil is clay-based. This soil is difficult to work with for both farmer and plant alike, and makes the vines stronger. There exists a certain market where clay grown wines till major profit.

The fields. Most of the grapes grown will be sold to local wineries until we can maintain bigger operations as that. We have no active winery at the time but are just growing grapes. False birds of prey are recent additions to deter smaller birds from raiding the near-ready grapes for themselves.

East field. Contains a variety of other grape types. The soil is soft like sand here and is home to many unburied treasures like empty shotgun shells, broken ceramics, hundred-year-old medicine bottles, metal scraps, and on one instance, I found an old plastic cowboy.

Merlot. Only two years old, these vines are not ready to produce wineworthy grapes. We pick them off but the occasional cluster survive our harsh decimation. They taste a bit tart but are otherwise very good.

More Chardonnay, mid-field. These are older than the new rows we planted and the grapes will be sold as previously mentioned. As they continue to mature they will turn a golden yellow.

A lone wind turbine graces the middle of the field. In the winter, it circulates the air in the vineyard to prevent the vines from freezing. If the vines freeze they go dormant, and wind up producing as many as 0 grapes the following summer.

Cabernet Franc, also called Cab Franc. A major grape species for red wines, these grapes will become one of our strong selling points, next to the Chardonnay.

Another shot of the rows, from near the row.

Another shot of the Cab Franc. I painted an Imperial Guard Lord Commissar but my camera doesn't know how to focus so that will come later.