Much as many of our priorities have changed over the last few weeks, some have remained the same. Around this time of year I often find myself chasing bees around the flowers with a camera, staking out the wildflower patch at the bottom of the garden, my ears pricking the moment I hear a familiar buzz, being sniggered at by the rest of the family for my outlandish behaviour. I’m not even very good at identifying bees – I just love the furry little creatures. This year, however, has provided the opportunity to really go to, erm, not to town of course… let’s just say I’ve been more bee-attentive than usual.
I found myself getting increasingly frustrated at my inability to capture a single crisp image of the suspected female hairy footed flower bee (what a name!) that has been busily servicing my cowslips on sunny afternoons, despite an entire week of days off work in which to really put some effort into it. She’s a flighty little thing, with a shiny black abdomen, tongue perpetually sticking out ready for the next flower, brightly bulging pollen baskets, and emitting a dainty buzz that I’ve learnt to recognise immediately. But she alights for barely a second at a time, and definitely not for long enough for me to focus my aged macro lens, so I’ve resorted to following her with my phone. A few blurry images and the odd piece of shaky footage are all that I’ve achieved.