Recently, after a spate of warmer temperatures and before the onslaught of a dry cold front, I was out in my back garden playing catch-up with some of my garden’s needed tasks. My main goal was to clean and refill the bird baths, which I had recently neglected. Sheesh, they were nastier than I would have suspected, it being January and cool-ish.
As I started to scrub-a-dub-dub the one concrete bath in the garden (which is a bird favorite) I noticed a small, metallic sweat bee in the bowl, crawling just along the water line, upwards, in search of dry concrete. I’m confident that the bee is a member of the Halictidae family of bees, but was surprised to see him in mid-January. While my honeybees are active throughout winter on the warmer, sunnier days, the native bees are scarce, with the exception of the Blue orchard bees, which don’t emerge until February. This little fella sported a shiny blue-green coat and was smaller than the Blue orchards, so I’m sure it was one of the gorgeous sweat bees common during the growing season.
I’m glad I chose that particular time to clean out the bird baths.
He immediately crawled down into the center of the shrub, latched and snuggled onto empty sepals.
I watched the bee for a bit, thinking he would move somewhere else, but he didn’t; I moved on to my next chore. Several times as the afternoon proceeded, I popped by to check on the bee, but he never moved from his napping spot. I think after his brush with drowning, he was exhausted.
I remembered the bee in late morning of the following day and there he was, snoozing away. By afternoon though, the bee was gone, presumably having moved along, by wings or legs, I don’t know. I didn’t see him again.
Sweat bees are ground nesters, so I wonder: did this guy crawl under some decaying garden detritus until spring light and warmth awakes him to feeding and mating? Or, was his life toward its end, rescue from the bird bath notwithstanding?
Either way, there will be more of his kind soon enough and the flowers in my garden will be ready.