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Tom Theobald Ed Colby The person who inspired me to start writing about bees 20 years ago was legendary Boulder, Colorado beekeeper Tom Theobald….
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Sleeping Giant Ed Colby It’s early September as I write, and full-speed ahead and damn the torpedoes at Paul’s honey house. Paul casually mentioned…
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No Accounting For Taste Ed Colby I thought I’d been bee-stung about everywhere a man can get stung. Then one sweltering day this Summer…
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Dog Days Ed Colby It’s early July as I write, and hot enough to make a beekeeper cry for mercy. Our western Colorado highs…
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Aristotle And Bees Ed Colby My bee-hauling rig is a 1983 converted E350 Ford van. A former owner cut out the middle of this…
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By: Ed Colby That Redheaded Tina That redheaded Tina rolled into Colby Farm late from Durango in her ’94 Volvo after she had to…
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By: Ed Colby There’s A Time For Everything I used to dream that I was in college again, with finals approaching, and it would…
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A Taste of Medicine by- Ed Colby Just when I started getting the Nosema under control in a handful of my weaker bee colonies,…
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Adventures With U-Haul
By: Ed Colby On our way back from dropping off a load of bees on the Colorado Flat Tops, Frank remarked, “This is a…
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By: Ed Colby Our Place In The Cosmos In the wee hours, I turned to my gal Marilyn. “Can’t sleep,” I confided. “I have…
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By: Ed Colby Shortcuts. I’d never seen bees just pour out of a hive unless they were swarming. But on a warm late April…
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BOTTOM BOARD: Last Day On The Job
by Ed Colby My Aspen Mountain ski patrol boss Bud gave me my best job evaluation ever, maybe because this is…
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by Ed Colby When I picked up the phone, the voice on the other end simply said, “Wassup?!” “Maybe you should tell me,” I…
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by Ed Colby I did some dumb things when I was a kid, so I didn’t mind helping out a young man who could…
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by Ed Colby First the property manager called. A terrified homeowner had been “attacked” inside her home by a swarm of honey bees. Could…
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by Ed Colby The friendly UPS associate in Indonesia solemnly informed me, “I have launched an investigation into the disappearance of your queen bees!…
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Keeping Her Happy By: Ed Colby Ski patrolling on Aspen Mountain remains a dream job, especially for someone half my age. I’m not the…
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A Big Dilemma By: Ed Colby Cats are a dime a dozen, until you need one. Mice rule the barn where I store my…
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An Amish Snowboarder By: Ed Colby My gal Marilyn is such a schemer. I told her, “The Medina County beekeepers want to fly me…
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