Rare shrill carder bee spotted at Bridewell Common nature reserve
GWT took over the reserve six years ago and has been taking action to help the shrill carder bee on the site, including spreading seed-rich hay to propel progression of wildflower species, establishing a consistent regime of late summer cutting and grazing management, and restoring ditches.The species is named after the high-pitched buzz it makes when airborne. Once common in the lowlands, it vanished from most places during the 20th Century.The GWT said 98% of flower-rich meadows in Wales and England had been lost over the past century, drastically reducing habitats where the shrill carder bee and other wildlife could thrive.
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