Unveiling the Hidden Secrets: A Buzzworthy Bee Rescue at the Farm Supply Store

Ladders and history lessons on the Eastern Plains of Colorado

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Join me on this rollercoaster ride of a bee rescue, where sanity meets the buzz of bees, and a determined beekeeper dances with a circular saw amidst sweltering heat. It's a tale of adventure, resilience, and the unyielding pursuit of preserving the delicate balance between nature and history. Let's embark on this extraordinary journey together and unravel the hidden secrets that lie within the buzzing walls of the barn.

Note: Remember to always prioritize safety when engaging in any beekeeping or construction activities.

Kiowa, Colorado

Deep in the heart of the Eastern Colorado plains, where time had etched its tales into the weathered barn walls, I found myself embarking on a beekeeping escapade that tested both my sanity and my mettle—a mission that would save a historic barn and give new meaning to the phrase "buzzing with excitement."

Nestled behind the rustic charm of a rural farm supply store, the barn stood as a testament to more than 150 years of history. However, its allure was diminished by swarms of bees swirling around, scaring away potential buyers. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, I delved deeper into the barn's hidden world.

To my surprise, I discovered that these bees were no newcomers to the barn—they had made it their home for generations, quietly weaving their honeycombs throughout the years. Determined to safeguard both the bees and the barn's legacy, I embarked on an ambitious endeavor.

Picture this: I stood atop a towering 30-foot ladder, the scorching sun beating down on me, sweat dripping from my brow. In one hand, an electric circular saw buzzed with anticipation, ready to cut through the aged wood that held the secrets of generations past. As I took a moment to soak in the absurdity of the situation, I wondered if this might be the moment where I had finally lost my mind.

But hey, that's what being a beekeeper is all about—embracing the unexpected and venturing into uncharted territory. With my trusty smoker billowing smoke like a chimney, I forged ahead, slicing through the 150-year-old barn wood with equal parts determination and a touch of madness.

As the layers of honeycombs were unveiled, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that I had become a beekeeping lumberjack, wielding a buzzing saw amidst sweltering heat. It was a scene that defied logic and tested my resolve, but it was also a testament to the lengths I would go to protect these remarkable creatures and honor the legacy they had woven into the very fabric of this old barn.

And so, amid the scorching heat and the surrealness of it all, I persisted. Each cut brought me closer to unravelling the hidden tales of the bees that had called this place home for decades. Layer after layer, the honey-soaked timber unveiled a story of resilience, triumph, and the sweet victories won over pests, droughts, and who knows what else.

As I descended from the lofty heights of the ladder, covered in sawdust and sweat, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. In that moment, I knew that this bee rescue was not just about saving bees or preserving a historic structure—it was about embracing the humor in life's quirks and finding joy even in the most challenging of circumstances.

What about the honey?

The honey we gathered that day was some of the best I've ever had. Such a complex taste! The colony did very well where it was moved to a safer space on the property, and we still enjoy the honey we gather from it! Contact us for more information: missbee@missbeehavenfarm.org