I’m not sure whether it is technically correct to call this a wild bee nest. It is definitely bees living in the wild. Should I call them wild bees or feral bees or even run-away bees (having left their bee keeper never to return), I’m not sure.
Anyway, I have always harboured a desire to see bees doing their own thing as nature intended but I never expected to see it in real life. But that was before I was talking about bees to our friend Manuel.
Last autumn there was a violent storm and it brought down an oak tree in some woodland behind vines not far from his house and about two kilometres from our house. He noticed some bees and found that the tree was hollow but that the nest was now exposed. The centre of the tree was filled with honey comb. As time passed he noticed that the honey comb was disappearing. He suspects that the comb was being pulled off and eaten by animals such as badgers. Winter was approaching and he took pity on the nest and covered it with a plastic tarpaulin, making sure the bees had a rear entrance. His strategy obviously worked as the hive has come through the winter despite loosing some of its stocks of honey to predators.
I could see the regular sheets of comb in the hollowed out tree trunk. There were also some little beetles but I think they were more interested in the decaying wood.
The bees won’t have to go far when they need resin. An advantage to tree-dwelling bees.
It was 6 o’clock in the evening and getting cooler after a warm day. There was not much activity, so I decided to go in closer to see if I could get a shot of the bees inside. I was delighted to see some bees on the edge of the comb.
Manuel was delighted that I was delighted but not satisfied with the number of bees I was seeing so he banged the tree with a large stick. That made a difference.
I had no doubt that this was a thriving colony with plenty of bees in between the sheets of honeycomb.
Just another couple of whacks with the stick and clicks of the camera and I retired not wanting to abuse their patience any longer. They gave the impression of particularly laid back good-natured bees and I’m glad Manuel found them and had the ingenuity to protect their hive through the winter.