I got a call to pick up a swarm. It was raining. This swarm was the size of a softball—it had been there a week or so. I'll use it for a trap-out.
Kirk is also an occasional lumberjack:
Jock called today, and said his friend knew of someone who had bees in a tree that fell down. Here are the pictures of the limb with the bees; I had to cut some of the tree branch off so I could lift the log. I cut the ends off, put a screen over the opening, put it in my truck and took it home.