Well. It is done. Mrs Thatcher has been located and dispatched. That nice girl from Bathurst has been introduced. Fingers crossed she will be accepted.
Body Count - quite a few squished bees and three stings (none on me!)
In other news, behold the FIRST HONEY HARVEST. While performing open heart surgery in the hive looking for Mrs Thatcher I could not resist pinching one frame of honey.
Here is a picture of the capped honey. Because I didn't use foundation, all the wax is freshly made and chemical free - so it is immanently suitable for eating. The little dark cells have pollen in them.
I cut of some strips of honey comb and popped them in jars. I know Pa Duck Herder is especially fond of honey comb.
The rest I mashed up into a strainer so the honey could separate from the comb.
And here is my high tech honey harvester - a strainer held over a bowl in a saucepan.
Golly Gosh. Yum Yum.