Have you noticed the large numbers of bees on ivy flowers
lately? They are probably Ivy Bees; I have certainly seen lots, nesting singly
but in in companiable numbers in the sandy banks and lane verges in the area. According
to the excellent Wildlife Trusts website, “The ivy bee was first recorded in
the UK in 2001, and has now been found in much of Southern England and Wales,
and in the Channel Islands. As suggested by its common name, Ivy is the main
plant used by this bee for pollen. It is seen when ivy is in flower, from early
September to early November. Ivy bees nest in loose, light or sandy soil on
southern-facing banks and cliffs with ivy nearby for foraging. They are
solitary bees, but when conditions are suitable, there may be thousands of
nests in the same area.” (https://www.wildlifetrusts.org/wildlife-explorer/invertebrates/bees-and-wasps/ivy-bee
)
I can’t say I have seen any on The Common this year, but
they have certainly been found here in previous years, and given that they are
in Southrepps in such numbers it seems highly likely they are also on our patch.
Team Leader Margaret took this picture somewhere on The Common in 2018; as can
be seen, they can be mistaken for wasps, and like them they are important
pollinators of ivy.
The picture is one of many on the NWT’s website of species
photographed on our commons. Use the search options on https://www.norfolkwildlifetrust.org.uk/gallery/all-photos
to see what else we have put up there – often carried over from our previous
Southrepps Commons Trust site. More pictures will always be welcome!
I wrote the above just before The Great Storm arrived (did
it have a name?), when the weather was still good enough to be classed an
Indian Summer. At the weekend, that abruptly switched to winter, without
stopping off at autumn on the way, dumping prodigious quantities of water on
us, accompanied by three days’ worth of terribly damaging gales. The effects of
the tempest have been all too clear to see, with many trees down, roads blocked
and power cuts. The torrential driving rain may have flooded some of the tiny
burrows the Ivy Bees had dug for themselves and no doubt their young, so it’s
possible the population took a bad knock: we’ll have to see if any are about
when the sun returns. Dry ponds are now full; in the case of The Pit, of very
brown muddy water, looking suspiciously like the same colour as the
surrounding, now somewhat depleted, fields.
Team Leader Julie took a relaxing ramble round the Common
today after a hectic day at work, and has sent in some photos. She found signs
of flattened reeds and fallen trees and broken branches on the main common and
school common.
But nature had left a love heart in the berries...or are her
eyes seeing things?

On Saturday morning I noticed in my garden the most
waterlogged and bedraggled Wood Pigeon I have ever seen. Bird feathers are
waterproofed thanks to an oil from the gland at the base of the tail, applied
during preening, but either this bird’s oil supply had dried up or it was
simply overwhelmed by the vast amount of water that had been poured over it. It
was capable of flight, but it was obvious that it was more of an effort than
usual. I then went to the Rec. Ground to give the dog a run somewhere without
the risk of a tree falling on us, and near the Village Hall was the
untidy mess that passes for a Wood Pigeon’s nest, lying at the foot of a wind-battered
tree. A perhaps half-grown nestling lay soggily dead beside it. These birds
breed all through the year, and must therefore cope with weather-induced calamities,
but presumably the benefits outweigh the risks. It was also sad to see the
corpse of a badger at the side of the main road this morning, close to the
Stump Cross junction, killed this time no doubt by a car rather than the weather.
The appalling weather in the few days before the working party
scheduled for Sunday 27th September had the effect of leaving the central
area (Area G) scheduled for cutting incredibly boggy. This area is technically
called a mire, and with good reason. As it was still very windy over the
weekend, the work was postponed until Monday. Six hardy regulars turned out to
slosh about in the wet, and were joined by our NWT warden George with three
welcome colleagues, two of whom are volunteers at Cley, and for one of those
this was his first experience of volunteering for NWT! The race is on to get
this section of the Common cut and cleared by the end of September, in order to
avoid the risk of incurring Natural England’s displeasure and a potential fine
for non-compliance with the funding agreement.
The first task was to set up dumping sites in the alder carr,
allowing the loaded sheets to be winched in. Winches can be slippery customers;
here John is about to pounce on the unsuspecting machine.
At the same time, channels were cut so that the sheets could
be laid out, ready for the few pitchforkers to load them up.
As always in these Covid-secure times, good social
distancing was observed; not too difficult when only a maximum of 10 people are
involved.
With the ground so wet, slogging through it was hard work,
and the vegetation was of course soaking and heavy, so the do-it-yourself
refreshment break was a welcome, but subdued affair.
It’s happened before, and it will happen again. Grizzly is a
heavy beast, and despite its big wide wheels, when it hits a particularly boggy
patch it can get stuck, and dig itself ever deeper in the mire. Here George is
giving Grizzly a right good talking to.
We were about to hook it up to the winch to try to haul it
out backwards, but in the event the extra muscle provided by the doughty NWT
folk allowed it to be dragged out manually, to breathless cheers.
By the time your correspondent took his leave (with only a
tinge of regret) after a couple of hours of hard labour, the scene looked like
this. A couple of our volunteers decided to stay on for a while longer, and then the NWT guys had the prospect of another few hours’ effort to console themselves
with.
The typically modern bucolic hum of chainsaws combined with
the clatter of the Grizzly mower combined to almost drown out the seemingly
ever-present roar of warplanes somewhere up in or above the lowering clouds.
Small frogs looked more than usually bewildered to be harried from puddle to
puddle. They can look forward to more of the same in a couple of days’ time.
When Julie visited later, the place looked like this.
She saw a deer on Area B too - but the combination of two
interested dogs and her fumbling for her phone meant it’s only a dot on the
photo as it retreated to cover in the scrub!