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The oldest pictures of bee-keepers in action are from the Old Kingdom of Ancient Egypt.  In Niuserre’s sun temple bee-keepers are blowing smoke into hives as they are removing the honey-combs.  After extracting the honey from the combs it was strained and poured into earthen jars which were then sealed.  Honey treated in this manner could be kept years.  From the New Kingdom on, mentions of honey and depictions of its production become more frequent.

Pabasa Working Hives

Cylindrical hives like the ones in the picture above
from the tomb of Pabasa (7th century BCE)
were made of clay and stacked on top of each other.
Photograph is attributable to Dr. Kenneth Stein
and can be found at: http://www.virtualinsectary.com/egypt/egypt_15.htm

Bee-keeping methods are conservative in this region, well adapted to local conditions, for instance the kind of hives shown in these ancient reliefs, apparently woven baskets covered with clay, are still seen in the Sudan today.

The main centre of bee-keeping was Lower Egypt with its extensive cultivated lands, where the bee was chosen as a symbol for the country.  One of Pharaoh’s titles was Bee King, and the gods also were associated with the bee.  The sanctuary in which Osiris was worshiped was the Hwt bjt, the Mansion of the Bee.

There were itinerant apiarists in the Faiyum in Ptolemaic times using donkeys to transport their hives and possibly also beekeepers living by the Nile who loaded their hives onto boats, shipped them upriver in early spring, and then followed the flowering of the plants northwards as they were reported to do in the 19th century CE.

The Egyptians had a steady honey supply from their domesticated bees, but they seem to have valued wild honey even more. Honey hunters, often protected by royal archers, would scour the wild wadis for bee colonies.

I appointed for thee archers and collectors of honey, bearing incense to deliver their yearly impost into thy august treasury.

From: http://www.reshafim.org.il/ad/egypt/timelines/topics/beekeeping.htm

See also: https://beelore.com/2008/01/13/egypt-unites-the-reed-and-the-bee/

and:  https://beelore.com/2007/08/24/tears-of-ra-the-sun-god/

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Similarly to the mythologies of other Finno-Ugric peoples, in Mordvin mythology the world has three levels: the upper world or the heaven (mdE&M Menel’), the middle world or the earth (mdE&M Moda), rimmed with the ocean, and the lower world or the underworld – the domain of coldness and darkness. In the Moksha tradition there was also a world pillar joining these three levels – a birch (mdM Kelu).

In the Erza tradition the world arrangement is patterned on a beehive and divided into four: the upper, the lower and two middle parts. Humans live in one of the middle hives; the other middle hive is inhabited by all kinds of living creatures. Each hive is under the rule and protection of a god who rules there as a ‘queen bee’. The ruler of the hive heaven Ineshkipaz (Nishkepaz) creates stars, which the Erza believe to be the souls of happy people. They live in shiny houses illuminated by sunbeams. The god is depicted as a man who keeps bees, souls twirling around him like bees. The god’s home is Ursa Major or the Balance (Mainof 1889: 109).

From: http://www.folklore.ee/folklore/vol17/mordmyth.pdf

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Top Bar Hives

I have just been browsing the internet and have come across an intriguing hive – called a Top Bar Hive.  It is much cheaper to build than a National or Langstroth and the keeping of these hives is probably much more similar to the methods that  ancient beekeepers would have used.  Honey is not extracted from frames but is pressed from natural comb.  There is now also a reasonable amount of research into the natural size of cells – and how Top Bar Hives can create a home for a colony that is more like the bees would make in the wild.  Here is a good diagram explaining more:

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I visited the bees again today.  It was a beautiful spring day – about 8 degrees Centigrade.  I approached the hive in anticipation……hoping that they had overwintered well.  What a pleasant surprise to see the bees coming in and out of the small entrance – almost as busy as on a summer’s day.  The snowdrops are out at the moment – but whatever they were foraging for, they were busy collecting it!  The entrance was still showing the damage from the woodpecker or mouse – but there was no additional damage since last November.  I briefly lifted the top of the hive and looked inside through the glass crown board.  The bees looked very healthy and active.  I hefted the hive and there were good stores still.  So Faith (the name of the hive) has done well – and the Queen is now entering her third year.  I expect I will have to do an artificial swarm in the Spring just to make sure she does not swarm.  I am also hoping to import two new colonies from a beekeeper who lives in the next door county.  What a joy it was to see and bee with the bees again after such a long break!

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“But you had retired, Holmes. We heard of you as living the life of a hermit among your bees and your books on a small farm.”

Sherlock replies: “Exactly, Watson. Here is the fruit of my leisured ease, the magnum opus of my latter years, The Practical Handbook of Bee Culture.”

As quoted by Dr Watson in Conan Doyle’s “His Last Bow”.

If anyone has a copy of Holmes’ magnum opus, I would love to see it!

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I have just paid my tax bill for last year.  Interestingly, many years ago, the Welsh used to pay some of their taxes in honey.  I don’t think I would want to give my honey to the Tax Man.  It is too precious!

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Can be found at:

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/966650/john_cleese_and_rowan_atkinson_beekeeping/

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Then the veiled angel lit a match and put it into the can she was holding.  The “smoker” started smoking.  She squeezed a small contraption on the end of the can and smoke appeared from the nozzle.  She said at me in her low, chanting voice: “It reminds them of a forest fire and although they are drowsy, they will move away from the smoke and into the box”.  Very slowly, very gently she started puffing small bursts of smoke onto the bees so that they melted uphill into the box, just as honey might melt from a spoon into a jar – only against gravity!  Perhaps it was like honey would flow if you were pouring it in a spaceship – though I didn’t suppose that honey was a sensible food to take on a spaceship!  “We need to find the Queen”, she said.  After about ten minutes the medicine ball was down to the size of a football. It was then that she said “There she is!  Once the Queen is in the box the rest of the swarm will follow very quickly. The worker bees are in love with her smell.”  She was quite right! Once the Queen had been smoked into the box, it only took another few minutes before the last remaining bees moved much more quickly to follow her. Overall the exercise took about twenty minutes. Incredible, since the whole swarm had landed on the fence in about forty five seconds.

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She went back to her box, picked it up and can and then carried it slowly up to the swarm.

And she started speaking in a low voice.  It was almost like singing.  Her hands were bare, yet the rest of her body was covered in white.  I did not understand this, because I though that the one place which the bees would sting her would be on her hands. The barrage of questions rushed back into my mind:

“Are they wild bees – or domesticated bees?”
“How many times have you done this before?”
“What was the most dangerous bee catching job you did?”
“How many hives do you have back in your home?”
“How long have you been keeping bees?”

But I never asked her any of the questions because she was too concentrated in talking to the bees!

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By William Butler Yeats

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

From: http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/775/

Picture from: http://mfinley.com/gif/innisfree.jpg

Many people, both past and present, find places of sanctuary where the bees are!  It is sometimes difficult to know what comes first – the bees or peaceful places.  But put the bees in a peaceful, tranquil spot near water and the peace passes all understanding!

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