We got there to the house in Sutter Creek this evening at 6:00 PM and the beehive was not 15 feet up, but about 25 feet up.
I thought it was to high up to get to,but Ray felt he could do it. He stood on a high step ladder and had his super with frames up on top of that ladder directly below the bees. He took a pole with a bucket on the end and was almost able to reach right up under the bees. There were some branches in the way. He gave the bucket a good push into the branches and the bees fell into the bucket, but there was a branch in the way and when he went to bring the bucket down, the bucket turned upside down and the bees all fell out. Lots of them fell into the super on top of the ladder and he was hoping that the queen fell in there. But as we watched it was apparent that the queen was still up in a cluster back up in the tree. So he tried one more time and this time he got the bucket under the cluster really good and most of the cluster fell into the bucket. He dumped the bucket of bees into the super and we waited to see if we got the queen this time. There was just a small cluster of bees left up in the tree. After a while it seemed that the cluster was getting bigger and bigger again in the tree. Still did not get the queen. Or he got the queen and she flew back up (perhaps this hive established itself by drawing comb)
But there was a great amount of interest in the super and he is hoping that the swarm (if it is indeed a swarm) will go into the super by themselves. He is going back in a couple of days and this time he will cut the branch and bring the whole cluster down.
I really did not do much of anything except stand around and worry. Ray did everything including carrying all his tools and ladders etc. He let me have it that I wasn't helping him much, but I told him I did not want to break a nail (per JP). Really there wasn't much for me to do. He forgave me when I treated him to the best piece of blueberry pie on this earth at a little coffee shop on the main street.
There was a cutout involved also and Ray is going back to get that another day. The people who owned this house were extremely wonderful people. Sutter Creek is an adorable western town with funky little shops and restaurants. The ride over there is so, so beautiful. Miles of rolling hills and vistas. The house was an historical house and would have made a wonderful bed and breakfast. The people invited Ray and I to come back and have dinner with them. They really meant it.
So this is the story. I never would have attempted this on my own in a million years.
The story continues later this week. We shall see if Ray is successful in getting this hive. I am out of the picture on this next time.