Possibly Bombus Lapidarius the Red-tailed Bumble-bee.
A short, sunny, evening stroll this, never straying far from home, but full of surprises.
The first of which was an abundance of very cheery wood anemones in Holgates Caravan Park.
In point of fact, there were hosts of other spring flowers too, but the anemones were the most striking.
It was a terrific evening for birds. Nothing out of the ordinary, just lots of them flitting about and plenty in fine voice too.
Just beyond the caravan park I was delighted to find a blackthorn extravagantly in bloom. I’d been anticipating the blackthorns flowers for some time, now here they were in profusion.
I suspect our local bees were even more pleased than I was, they were certainly waiting in attendance in great numbers.
Could this bee another female tawny mining bee?
There was an enormous variety of bees on the blackthorn, but they always seem reluctant to pose, so I only managed to photograph a few.
This might be Bombus Terrestris but don’t hold me to that.
This seems to me to be the Platonic bee, the archetypal black and yellow rugger shirted hairy bumble bee.
It might be Bombus Pratorum. Or it might not.
I was very happy chasing the bees with my zoom lens. A chiff-chaff and a song thrush in the trees behind were providing a suitable soundtrack. Another warbler was deep within the blackthorn bush, offering tantalising glimpses without ever being sufficiently clear of the surrounding branches for a decent photo.
Eventually, and slightly reluctantly, I dragged myself away and went in search of the hellebores which had brought me this way in the first place.
I found some, but they were on the wrong side of a fence so I wasn’t able to rummage under the leaves to find the shy green flowers which were probably lurking there. Not to worry, a pair of coal tits burst out of a thicket and landed close by in the hedge.
Ash trees, like blackthorn, flower before they come into leaf. These…
…are female ash flowers. The gender of ash trees is a complicated business. But we shan’t concern ourselves with that today, because just after I’d passed Arnside Tower…
And was climbing back towards Eaves Wood, I spotted high above me in another ash tree….
…a blue tit apparently eating the flowers. I watched until the blue tit flew away, and was replaced in the trees branches by another tuneful song thrush.
More gawking than walking on this outing, but immensely satisfying none-the-less.