Sorry I don't have any more pictures of the bee's arrival
or the process of putting them into their new hive.
I got stung.
In the face.
Right at the moment my dad dumped them into the box.
I was running away, swatting like crazy at the swarm of "gentle" bees that were
going down my shirt,
climbing into my ears,
getting caught in my hair,
and the millions hanging out buzzing & laughing at the crazy lady stripping in the barn.
There was absolutely no time to take a picture, of anything. :))
So it appears that I'm mildly allergic to bee stings. My cheek is sporting a big bruise right where I got bit and I still can't smile about it. It hurts too much.
BTW, I didn't take off enough clothing in the barn.
There was a dead bee in my bra when I changed into jammies later.
I'm really thankful I didn't get bit there too.
YES I am rethinking the whole business of beekeeping.