Our whole family loves Honey. Good honey. However, recently to buy a delicious and high-quality honey is a problem.
Around the city, on each field, sometimes even in the gardens is a huge number of hives. In stores all shelves are clogged with banks with honey. Honey Fair comes every fall in the city. In neighboring Bashkiria, almost every village have tables with honey for sale.
But buy honey — a problem.
The seller devotedly looks into your eyes, assures that his honey of an old old Russian variety «Ze Best» (and in general the only one on the planet or even in the galaxy). You try and understand that it is not honey, but at best, a wild mix of sugar. In popular with our honey fairs, passing all 20 rows, you can not find honey at all.
Falsification is full, confiture and whipped honey (which in itself is a crime) even more, sugar syropters just rivers, and Money is not.
Feel the signatures on honey fairs (where, by the way, 90% of the honey — China): Honey Lipovy, Honey Bucky, Sunflower, Ivan tea, etc. I really see how the bees in the hive receive SMS from the owner of the apiary: «Everyone to fly strictly on the field with Ivan-tea, otherwise lolish the award.»
Every year we went to the fair in Sol-Iletsk and drove to a familiar poker on the way. His hives are standing on the alpine plateau Zilair. There is such nature that the bees do not give honey, but some nectar. Rarely when banks with honey lived in our family before the New Year holidays — everything was eaten in a fume. You understand, this year all the trips covered with a copper pelvis. And honey too.
We wondered, and do not put one or two hiles on the plot. You look over the summer, the bees will raise the nurse, the whole family is enough. Especially its house, around full blooming trees, shrubs and simply flowers. Sin is not to put the evidence or even two and in the fall enjoy your own clean, not diluted by the Medica. Places they occupy little, in the spring, put in the fall left the bees for life, the rest gathered in their hundreds. The beauty!
Agree, you also came such thoughts in the head?
She came and me. Now consider!
Healthy and strong beekeeper in the hive in our South Urals costs at least 5,000 rubles. Everything is cheaper — patient, weak. That is, specifically for sale. Newbie as I practically with zero knowledge of such bees does not come out.
The suit of the beekeeper and the diamar will cost 3 thousand.
Total costs 8 thousand.
For the season, one standard hive (Dadan, 12 frames) can bring from 10 to 15 kg. Honey. For the year, an inexperienced beekeeper can get from 30 to 50 kg of honey. The fact is that not all frames will be completely filled, and not the whole honey can be repaid. My neighbor takes off an average of 50 kg every year.
And now about problems.
Dumping honey. Yes Yes Yes! The bees themselves honey in a plate do not lay out with the words:
-Howers, get and silent!
Need a medogonka. For the sake of one cheelee, it is meaningless — too obliging. We have to skip honey through gauze, and this is very long, big losses.
Neighbors. If the neighbors are adequate, then there are no problems, on the contrary, even plus. Neighbors will buy surplus honey. But it happens that, after seeing the bees in his plot, a neighbor resorts almost with an ax.
Preservation of bees. The biggest problem — you need a good ventilated basement (the neighbor does this, the attic. Otherwise, the bees do not save.
Before starting bees, you need to find a familiar beekeeper to organize assistance and continuous consultations on system 34h / 7d. For questions will be the sea and a bottle of brandy here is not separated.
Is there a meaning in this for one hive? The answer is obvious. It is better to look for a good honey through acquaintances.
But if there is a desire and about for the soul, or as a training for something more … then why not. My good friends (live across the street from us) also started with one hive. Now they have a mobile apiary for 55 hives. True, they do not sell their honey — they make copyright tinctures, medical and cream from it.
But about this is another story …