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Good Evening!. The Importance of Honeybees. " If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man ."" Albert Einstein. Why Be A Beekeeper?. My First Mentor.
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"If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.""Albert Einstein
To Learn……. • A. About agriculture • B. About the environment • C. About Biology • D. About Animals • E. About how things work. • F. Adventure
Truly, a beneficial creature…. 1. She Gives Us Sweet Honey 2. She pollinates our crops 3. She heals our hurts.
To Be Part of Something Good • 10,000 Hobbyist Beekeepers in NC • Produce 5 million pounds of honey $15 million • Pollination = $185 million
To Make Money • Hive Startup Costs = $200 • Yield 4 Gallons of Honey • 32 pints @$5 each = $160 • 8 pounds wax@$5 = 40 • Total Yield = $200
U.S. Honey Statistics • U.S. Honey, $500 Million • Pollination, $20 Billion • 2.39 Million Colonies • (2006 Price +14%; Production -11%)
HollyBlackberry Locust Cotton, Basswood Nectar Plants of North Carolina Sourwood White Clover Tulip Poplar
NC State Beekeepers Association 2,000 Members (All Volunteers) 55 Chapters The Largest State Beekeepers Association in Nation
Things I Have Learned! • 1. Humility • 2. Pain • 3. Courage • 4. Character • 5. Neighborliness • 6. Common Sense • 7. To Appreciate Beauty
Beauty In the Bee Yard Beauty in the Beeyard
As Observed By William Shakespeare… • So work the honey-bees; Creatures, by a rule in nature teach The art of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home, To the tent royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold; The civil citizens kneading up the honey; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate; The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone. - William Shakespeare