Bumbling alongWild West Yorkshire nature diary, Thursday 1st July 1999
A BUMBLE BEE lands on the edge of a flower tub by a Fuschia, circles around on the spot and starts grooming herself. She (I take it this is a female) combs her fur, first with her back and then with her front pair of legs, moving left and right legs in opposite directions simultaneously.
She grooms her antennae, like someone combing a fringe, cleans her long tongue and even scratches her waist like a dog.
I rescued an orange-tailed Mason Bee (pictured on the right) from a bucket on the patio the other day. For the last two months they haven't been as active around their nest holes in the brickwork.
As an antidote to that, I do a fountain pen outline of the trees then, with a paintbrush, paint on a few drops of clean water, so the ink runs to make a loose wash.