Today’s blog is ‘How to Save a Bee’s Life’, after a bit of chatter first from Chrissie Towers. It’s now Wednesday and our break from work is going so fast, too fast. I can’t believe it will be August soon.
For myself, even though it’s been overcast, it’s still been warm. We all agreed that we were glad we hadn’t been in the South with such high temperatures that they’ve been having, don’t you think?
Yesterday my three went to Blackpool to do some much needed photography for our business, so it’s a chance to play at tourists too! I stayed at home, which I’m sure my dogs approved of, as they don’t like being left at home on their own. I decided that I wasn’t going as my poor body wouldn’t stand the walking that they did, going here, there and everywhere, so here I was, typing away to you as I haven’t been on my computer much this week. I thought it would be a good opportunity to say hello.
Does this Bee need First Aid?
I went down into the kitchen while they were all getting ready, to finish off some bits of housework and then went into the garden to fetch the towels off the line.
Suddenly I saw this poor bee climbing up and down the blades of grass on the lawn, very slooowly, so being Miss Marple I rapidly realised that the poor little chap was in trouble.
I turned round and knocked on Jane’s bedroom window and shouted to her that there was a bee on the lawn and did it need first aid. (Just in case you are wondering if I was on stilts or something to reach the window, their bedroom is on the ground floor).
There she was, laughing away at me, as she thought it was hilarious that I was going to give first aid to a bee. Now if it had wanted the kiss of life that would have been different altogether but she came out to see what was what.
How to Save a Bee’s Life
She not only came outside but was armed with a tablespoon of sugar water, which I’m sure most of you will know that is what you do if you see a bee that’s obviously not happy. It’s basic first aid for wildlife and how to save a bee’s life.
There she was, holding the spoon up to it but no, it wasn’t having any. Then she started pushing it onto the spoon, with me telling her to be careful she didn’t get stung.
I think the poor thing was too far gone to care at this point, to worry about stinging this alien who was trying to shove it onto a spoon. She did heed my advice for once and got a long blade of grass to coax it onto the spoon to pull it round.
The poor little thing wasn’t having any of that, thank you very much. She pushed and shoved it to get it where she wanted it to go, although I did comment that heading bum-first into the sugar water wasn’t exactly where the water wanted to go.
After a few more gentle shoves and nudges she got it facing into the water in the hope that it would have a drink. Fat chance of that, it wasn’t drinking for anybody, so there was Jane lifting it onto some wood to try and get it on a firm base and even then it wouldn’t drink. At this point daughter dear said ‘it might be on its last legs as I think they only live about six weeks’ to which I answered that it was awful and what could we do. She tipped the water up so that it’s head was touching the fluid to try and coax it to drink.
A thirsty little thing
All this time Derek and Kevin were busy getting ready to go out. I swear they take more time than any woman, while I could feel Jane getting more and more anxious as time was marching on.
All of a sudden out came its long proboscis and lo and behold it started sucking the fluid up into mouth. It was a bit like watching someone siphoning petrol out of a car to look at, as we could see it sucking and sucking. As Jane rightly pointed out maybe it was suffering from dehydration and hunger due to all the heat and lack of rain.
It certainly was a thirsty little thing that’s for sure, as it glugged and glugged to its hearts content. After a quarter of an hour I could feel Jane getting more and more edgy as she was holding the spoon, so I told her to go and get ready before it got dark!
Off she went and there I was sitting all scrunched up on some wood with my arm going to sleep, holding the spoon as Mr Bee kept drinking and drinking.
I don’t know where he put it all, he drank that much, he certainly was one thirsty bee!
After twenty minutes or more had passed by, there were signs that it was slowing down as it started to clean its face, but it was still in the water, drinking.
Mr Bee is on the mend
I’d just got to the point when I thought it would soon be teatime when he stopped drinking, came out of the water and started to clean himself up. I took that as a sign that Mr Bee was on the mend hopefully, and when he’d had a rest would go onto the rest of his life.
It’s amazing what a bit of sugar water does for exhausted bees and with everyone going on about how we need bees to survive, at least we did our little bit to save a life.
Footnote: You might have heard some mis-information about feeding sugar water to bees. It’s a brilliant tip for reviving one bee that’s obviously flagging. This one was very close to death, that’s for sure, and it’s how to save a bee’s life. However, some people have misunderstood the instruction and left dishes of sugar water out for bees to feed on.
Please don’t do that. Not only is it junk-food for bees, they will make honey which is essentially sugar water and not honey at all. Plus which, it’s likely to encourage swarms of bees to come and visit you for the free, abundant food that you’ve left out – and you wouldn’t want that!
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