It sounded like fun, so I went anyway: a work party, thrown by 3 beekeepers, to help with honey extraction. It had to happen at night because that's when the bees are mostly at home in their parts of the hives, and inactive with the frames filled with honeycomb ready to be harvested.
The "supers" (boxes filled with frames of honeycomb) were stacked in the yard.
They are using heated knives to slice through the very top.
Gosh, those guys were really good at what they did, making tamale-like rolls of beeswax.
The honey pours out of the bottom of the centrifuge.
And then it's emptied into a barrel.
In the barrel it is collected in a cheesecloth bag.
And here is John, squeezing the bag to get all of the honey out. Only a fistful of wax remains after all of that.
Our payment for this lovely night of work is a jar of honey. Perfect. I'm so glad I went to Honey Night.