BEE WATCHING
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Bee Watching – Observations of a mason bee, Osmia bicolor, concealing its nest in a snail shell It was the trailing length of grass stem that first caught my eye. I was eating my picnic under a tree in the King’s Forest, and a bee flew past staggering under the weight of a trailing load. It settled just a metre beyond my foot, the grass stem got caught across another, and the bee struggled to disentangle itself from its burden. Free at last, it flew off, and I thought that the show was over. A minute later, it returned with a similar load, flying like a witch on a broomstick, the broomstick as long as a telegraph pole. It selected the same landing zone, and approached with care, offloading the stem and then fussing round a bit, before flying away again. My curiosity now aroused, I moved closer to the spot, and found a pile of similar blades of dried grass arranged like scaffold poles. Just then the bee returned with another, and I managed to photograph it as it placed the new pole horizontally, and then bumbled under the trellis into a space above what I could now see as a snail shell (Plate 7). The bee was Osmia bicolor, a pretty black and ginger little thing, which looked like a small bumblebee, but is actually one of the mason bees. As successive poles were added to the stack, I realised most of them were of standard size, and were last year’s dried pine needles. Progressively, the construction grew from a trellis to a wigwam, and the snail shell disappeared from view. I began to wonder whether the snail shell was being used as a nest, although it was sitting upright, as if alive, in a hollow of dry moss, and I did not see the bee attempting to get inside it. The construction was still in progress, and I did not want to destroy it just to look at the snail. Just then, I noticed a similar wigwam nearby, without a bee in attendance, so I lifted the twigs off, and saw below a hollow in the moss, and an identically placed snail shell. This one I did extract, and found it lightweight, i.e. dead, although the opening was partly sealed with dried snail mucous. There was enough space for a bee to get through that veil, however. I took a photo of the pinkish orange coloured snail, which was of Cepaea nemoralis, a species rather abundant in that part of the forest. In the Breckland, C. nemoralis replaces the similar (but white-lipped) C. hortensis (Killeen, 1992). Had the snail died of natural causes, or fallen prey to the bee? Clearly, the bee could not have moved it into the hollow. As I left to resume my search for Dingy Skipper butterflies, the original bee was still making regular deliveries, having been at it for at least 20 minutes. Adrian Knowles identified the bee for me, and told me that its behaviour was actually rather well known to hymenopterists. A Google search led to another account written by a Victorian naturalist almost exactly 117 years ago. It is wonderful that contemporary archivists are making historic observations available to all by the World Wide Web. The precise purpose of the twig tent was not known, however. It would certainly conceal the snail shell, and would also provide shade, as presumably the inside of a snail shell in the full sun would get extremely hot. Continuing the Dingy Skipper survey took me back to the same glade on 18 May, eleven days after the original sighting. I had explained the situation to
Trans. Suffolk Nat. Soc. 44 (2008)