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Bees seen through the inner cover

Prepper Diary: Warm Weather Means More Work on the Homestead

An unexpected warm spell presented the perfect opportunity to get some work done on the chicken coop and beehives.
Bees on Asters (left) and Goldenrod

Goldenrod and Asters Help our Bees Prep for Winter

You could consider bees preppers. They stock up nectar (carbs) and pollen (protein) to help carry them through the long. cold winter.
Stihl trimmer with metal blade installed

Taking Advantage of the Cooler Weather on the Homestead

We are working to make fall plantings, clean up the homestead, stock up, and generally make sure we are ready for winter.
The needle in the red means the electric fence isn't working.

How to Screw Up Your Electric Fence Build

I've never installed an electric fence before, and it showed. Sometimes watching YouTube can't replace trial and error.
Our dog on the mountain

Prepper Diary September 4: A Homestead Update

We face our second hurricane in two weeks, prepare for cooler temperatures and ready our bees to get through the winter.
Rows of honey jars

Good News from the Bee Yard

It's finally time to harvest some honey and see how our bees performed this year.
Anatolian Shepherd/Kangal dog. Photo by bushido mars on Unsplash.

Prepper Diary August 15: We Get a Dog and New Bee...

Adding a good-size dog to our prepper property has been a goal of mine since Day One.
Comb honey just minutes after it was removed from our beehive.

Our First Honey Harvest is in and it Tastes Delicious

I didn't expect to harvest any honey this year, our first with the hives, but just 60 days later, we pulled our first frame of honey from one of the hives.
A box full of bees.

We Test Out the BeeScanning App on Hive Inspection Day

We opened up three hives and took a total of 62 photos to test in the BeeScanning app as a tool to measure a varroa mite infestation.
Young chickens in their coop

The Chickens Graduate from their Brooder to their Coop

After a month, the garage had started to smell, well, like chickens. Or maybe chicken poop. The time had come to move them into their permanent home.