Nothing like nature to put you back in your place.
We were feeling pretty proud of ourselves after bottling 150 jars of honey in our first year of beekeeping on The Chronicle rooftop.
Then, as we approached our two hives on a routine check in late October – we saw carnage. Dead bees were scattered in a wide circle around the entrance to both hives.
We knew to expect some die-off with the approach of winter when the colony kicks out the male drones to conserve resources. But on closer inspection we saw that the wings of these bees were wrinkled and deformed, like flimsy plastic wrap.



