02/28/2026
🐝 From Bears to "Powerhouse": My Wild First Year in Beekeeping
Just over a year ago, shortly after we brought home our first two Murray Grays, Steve asked me a question that would change our property forever: "What do you think about trying honey bees?"
I didn't hesitate. "I've never thought about it... but sure!" I love honey, and I love a new adventure.
I dove headfirst into research—countless books, endless videos, and late nights. We decided that Layens hives were the best fit for our land. Within a few days, I had built our first hives and set them out on the property. Then came the hard part: the wait.
The Arrival
On May 3, 2025, I finally picked up my first "nuc" of bees. Transitioning them from traditional frames to my Layens setup took a bit of a thought process! I ended up screwing the nuc frames to top bars with a queen excluder, carefully brushing the bees over to ensure the Queen started laying exactly where she needed to be. A second package from North 40 followed shortly after—and that one was a breeze. All I needed to do for them was attach the box the queen was in to one of my frames and then dump the bees into the hive. Total success!
Disaster Strikes
Things were buzzing along beautifully until the end of May. We took a trip to Branson, MO, and returned just one day too late to get the electric fence energized. A local bear—who I knew frequented the area—had found the hives.
The first hive was a disaster. I put it back together as best I could and prayed, but the colony was too small and queenless. They didn't make it. I was devastated, but if you know me, you know I don't give up easily. I poured all my focus into that second hive.
The Winter Test
By late September, I tried to recoup my losses by purchasing another full colony to head into winter with two hives. But as the temperatures dropped, the silence grew. By January, a warm spell allowed me to peek inside—the new colony hadn't survived.
I hit a low point. What did I do wrong? Am I just not cut out for this?
The "Powerhouse" Moment
Then came February 3rd. It was only 36°F—well below the temperature most beekeepers say bees will fly. I looked out and couldn't believe my eyes: my North 40 bees were not only out of the hive, they were bringing back pollen!
Against the odds, they hadn't just survived; they were thriving. That was the moment I finally named my hives.
"Powerhouse": The colony that refused to quit.
"Bad Juju": The hive location that faced the bear and the winter loss.
Beekeeping has been a rollercoaster of hardware, heartbreaks, and hard lessons, but watching those bees fly in the cold reminded me why I started. Here’s to year two! 🍯✨