A short post from me today because I have a pile of revision to do and a butterfly survey as well (weather permitting for this last and so far it's not looking good), and it's also my littlest niece's fifth birthday tea party this afternoon.
I spent most of yesterday afternoon in the garden tidying up, planting out and weeding. While I was checking the pond for signs of life I found yet another bee slowly drowning, so I hoicked him out and set about Bee Resuscitation. I am now Pretty Adept at this, to the extent my family don't bat an eyelid when they see me wandering about the house with a soggy bee eating honey on my finger.
This one was pretty far gone though so I wasn't holding out much hope. A sentiment that was reinforced when a particularly strong gust of wind swept over us, blew him off my finger and rolled him across the patio :-( I'm pretty sure that isn't meant to happen to bees.
Anyway, I picked him up again and once he'd dried out and had some food he rallied and flew of. Phew.
I suspect he's some form of Carder rather than a Tree Bee, simply because he is a bit on the small side for a Tree Bee (even though he does have a white bottom).......
While engaged on Bee Rescue, I noticed this on the base of the water Iris....
It looks to me like a Damselfly nymph and might explain the presence of a beautiful creamy golden damsel who was whizzing about up there about the same time. I'm glad, because it means the pond, which is coming up to its first anniversary, is Making A Difference To Wildlife, which was the point of putting it in.
All the garden birds are feeding Smalls at the moment- you can tell from the slightly frazzled and distracted way they fly to and from the feeders. As a parent it is a look I recognise :-)
Our Robin has taken to landing within two feet of me and staring at me in a way that clearly says: 'I'm knackered, can you take over for a bit?' Last week he even hopped into the house while I was working on the computer, pecked a crumb the dogs hadn't found off the floor, bobbed his head at me before turning round and hopping out again. The Great Tit children have been making a racket in the trees beside the lake and the Blackbird's Child has been following her dad everywhere, demanding food...
I can hear the Sparrow Smalls chirruping away in their nest in the wall of the house. Mr and Mrs S are spending more time together out of the nest, which suggests to me the kids will be fledging any day. If last year is anything to go by I will soon be becoming Foster Mother to a clutch of Small Noisy Sparrow Children- Mrs S has a habit of dumping the kids in the hedge or on the lawn at my feet and whizzing off somewhere for ten mins, apparently utterly confident that I will prevent any harm from coming to her babies (she's right of course). Last summer one of the chicks managed to get through the cat flap into Cleo's room and sat on her bed cheeping like mad. Fortunately, Clee is a mouse person rather then a bird person and so paid the noisy little thing no attention whatsoever. I scooped it up, took it outside and whistled for its mother, who appeared, took one look at her errant baby, nodded at me and flew off to the hedge with the Child in hot pursuit.
We have a Special Bond, me and Mrs Sparrow.
I'll leave you with a pic of the Blue Tit, grabbing a morsel this morning.
Wishing you all a Good Week,