Today I met Bill.
Today I had the fun job of running to the bee supply store, about 40 mins north of town to pick up orders for myself and the ‘fellas’ (a bunch of fella’s I keep my bees with).
Most of them had wanted wax foundation sheets, but knew that there probably wasn’t any in stock as the last few times someone had been, they had been all out. Upon arrival I discovered that they were indeed still out, but it must have been my lucky day, as just then a handsome farmer walked in and told me he had just collected some from Bill.
I thanked him for the ‘inTELL’ and went on a mission to find this fella called Bill.
When I walked into Bill’s shed unannounced he looked shocked and asked me what my problem was?! Haha. Anyway, we got along immediately and he proceeded to tell me the tricks to wiring a frame, a job that he was in the middle of when I arrived.
He said the trick was to “make the wire sing like a violin”, and to my astonishment he then plucked at the wires making a very beautiful, musical sound!
I found the cheeky essence of his character intriguing and I asked if I could take his photo, explaining that I’d like to post it on the internet. He looked at me like I was completely mad, but he posed proudly anyway.
He then told me more stories about himself; Bill has been keeping bees since he was 13 and he is nearly 75 years old now. He has done a great many different things with his life, but he has always kept bees.
He showed my his de-capping machine which does 75 frames per hour, extractors, honey tanks which hold over 1200kg, wax cappings and of course some of his awards. It was really quite impressive!
He also showed me some of his hives, his native log hive and his pride and joy, his avery; one particular parrot that his is breeding to try and stop it’s impending extinction. Bill is quite an extraordinary character whom I could’ve spent hours easily chatting and learning from him, but alas, I had a job to get to.
We said our goodbyes and Bill said he liked me, and he liked me hat (although he was chuckling when he said he liked my hat!). I jumped in my car and drove away, only to find Bill opening my door at the lights not too far from his driveway (which were green by this stage)!!! He had ran out to tell me “You forgot ya change”! I told him to keep it, but he didn’t look too happy with that and an agreement was made, he’d give it to me next time.
Needless to say, the fellas were pretty impressed I had found us all some wax foundation sheets.
Bill, you’re a bloody champion!
Till next time.