Gleanings in bee culture . ently the bees do not hesitateto store their honey above, but it is hard toforce the queen to cross the top and bottombars to deposit her eggs in the second storyin the fall when the nights begin to get cool. There are many other objections to thesectional hives, such as the greater difficultyof finding the queens and the nuisance ofbun-combs. Normal colonies will not, as arule, leave an empty space in the brood-nest;but with the sectional hive in the springthere is a bee-space in the middle of thebrood-nest where I usually find a row ofdrone-cells with brood, which
Gleanings in bee culture . ently the bees do not hesitateto store their honey above, but it is hard toforce the queen to cross the top and bottombars to deposit her eggs in the second storyin the fall when the nights begin to get cool. There are many other objections to thesectional hives, such as the greater difficultyof finding the queens and the nuisance ofbun-combs. Normal colonies will not, as arule, leave an empty space in the brood-nest;but with the sectional hive in the springthere is a bee-space in the middle of thebrood-nest where I usually find a row ofdrone-cells with brood, which makes thehandling of sections or frames anything butdesirable. Especially do I find this troublewith the narrow top-bars. I have tried the sectional hives alongsidethe regular dovetail hives in my differentapiaries for a term of four years, and I havecome to the conclusion that in my localitythe sectional hive is anything but satisfac-tory. Elmendorf, Tex., Oct. 2. DECEMBER 1, 1916 1131 Heads of Grain From Different Fields. THE BACKLOT BUZZER. Little Rosie, who lives next door, said her teacherpromised to bring a tiny dead bee to school tomorrowand by the warmth of her hand bring it back to lifeagain. Rosie says she can do it all right if sheuses the same hand she warmed Tommy Smith withyesterday. AMONG DECEMBER BEES. BY GRACE ALLEN These days of war and throneless kings, And carelessly dishonored things; These days of tragic lands and seas, Theres comfort in the quiet bees. Theres comfort just to lay aside This harrowing distress, And all the things the world has cried So long in anger or in pride, Or from its bitterness. And walk untroubled and at ease. Alone, among December bees. The winter, like a frosty night, Creeps cold across their fields of light. And all the singing summer hours Are gone, and gone are all the flowers. Yet something, dauntless faith or will. Or hopes far-seeing eyes. Or instinct (scientific still!) Yet something, call it what you will. Has made them ve
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