Right at dusk I went to fetch the bee log. I wanted most of the bees to be settling down for the night, but I didn't want to work in total darkness. Bees are particularly defensive then. Though they can't fly, they will crawl around and try to sting you if they can.
Well, I jiggled the log a little and blew into it and got nothing. No buzzing at all. Which meant there was nobody home, and all the bees I'd seen around in the day were scavengers.
I rang the guy's doorbell and told him. That's when I found out that the branch came down a year ago. So of course there were no bees in there. Nor honey, I'm sure. It's all been scavenged.
I wrapped a sheet around it anyway, and the guy helped me put in the car. I was able to carry it into my yard myself.
A big section of comb was loose. I brought it in the house to look at it.
There was one bee on it, a straggler from some other hive. I put her back outside.
The honeycomb can be used to lure a swarm into a beehive or keep it there. I could also make candles with it. It smells divine.