sounds like it may be this one. If it is, a Montana can get pretty big and never needs pruning way back like others. They can grow to be 30 - 40 feet long. I had one in the back of my garden that grew 20 feet along the fence then started up the tree and grew to the top, another 15 - 20 feet. Unfortunately, they tend to be short lived. I've had 2 and each of them lasted about 10 years. Other types have lasted much longer and are still growing strong.

nope. I try to do things chem free if at all possible. There must have been a few hundred dead bees in the pan, and the numbers of bees to be found still feeding dropped significantly. then within a few hours the numbers of bees feeding at the pans was back up to normal. I am wondering if over time several hives fairly close to here have gradually been finding the nectar and moving all their operations to my yard. I tried today to find the hive, and got pretty far off into the woods before I ran out of time. Most of the bees are heading north east but a few seem to be going south. I definitely must be careful out there...they cling to your clothes without any hostile intentions and all it would take is to get one down your neck or between your arm and your side while walking to get stung and then the whole mess of them would be in an uproar.

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Chisue, I just checked the online version of the Chicago Tribune but didn't find anything...drats. Mary, you CAN trace your family. Catherine the Great kept terrific records of the colonies as did the Churches. Go go to the AHSGR site (linked below) & start with your village in Russia. Then, look for Pleve's charts for your surname. The charts are absolutely fabulous. Some are 4'x6' & all done in caligraphy. Once you have both parents...start on your grandparents. So on & so forth & pretty soon you'll be back to 1768-1768 when the first colonists arrived in Russia. Because of the AHSGR & Dr. Pleve I've actually had a tougher time with the Portland records than those in Russia. I've learned so much & it means the world to me knowing & understanding what our people went through to provide us a better life. My G@d, the suffering they endured! I'll never take anything for granted; nor will I ever feel entitled. Rather, I just want to live my life in such a way that honors their memory & spirit. My grandfather left Norka at 15 dragging two baby sisters along with him. He worked his way up the Volga to Moscow & over to St. Petersburg. From there, got the three of them to Liverpool & on a ship to Ellis Island. Then, a train across the US to Portland. He never met another person on the entire trip, except his sisters, who spoke the muddled language of the German-Russians. Imagine his happiness when his older brother met them at the Portland train station and he heard his name being called! He was still wearing his traditional Russian clothes/boots when he arrived...he hadn't had a bath or change of clothes for the entire trip. Oh, I could go on and on... Here's one of my father's favorite jokes from Russia: There are two old men returning from a funeral at the cemetery. One asked the other: "How old are you?" "90, and how old are you?", he answers. "95.", answers the first man. After some thought, the second man replies, "Naja, it is hardly worth your going back to the village." Here's another story: Diptheria epidemic..terrible disease...not quick...little one can do...nursing children day/night...husband recovering from small pox...turned for the worse...doctor came and told Katharina that Johann, her husband, was going to die...she was exhausted and frightened...told Johann..."You can't leave...you can't die...I can't raise these children...I can't run this farm"...he opened his eyes...took her hand...and said, "Don't worry Katie, I'll take a few of them with me". Johann died that night. Maria died the next morning. Elizabeth and Katherina by the end of the week. No, I will never take my life here in America for granted. /tricia