Sometimes we are in such a hurry for this or that we do not see the small, the large, the important, and as a consequence are not connected to the World at all.
In my garden there are trees and bushes that pass through all stages of their lives. One of these stages, the transition from tree to soil, leaves, bark and wood under the sun and rain that slowly, yet persistently, crumble them away. A gardener might find this unsightly for the joy of the garden is an array of flowers and greenery busting forth in the celebration of life, and might, diligently, remove all traces of this untidiness. Yet he would be destroying the world of the Enchanted Islands.For Bees love this mess of failing vegetation! It is their joy to find an old Palo Santo tree in the first month of the new year. Without this indispensable resource they would die! And why? For bye and bye these wood borers, Xylocopa darwinii by name, will create their perfect nests, where, far from the prying eye of the Woodpecker Finch, the eggs will hatch into larvae and larvae into bees.
Bees pollinate, and perhaps these far flying, larger than life black bumblebees, are the most important insects in the whole Archipelago. They are the source of crosspollination, the essence of genetic strength.
So what did we not see? The pile of sawdust, as fine and regular as from any carpenters shop, lying about the base of the old tree. And of course there is the buzzing, and such buzzing as would put a bee hive to shame for these are social bees too and like to nest alongside one another, even watchful of others for a ready made nest, if it could be grabbed unobserved. The crunching of wood is audible, the carting of the dust carried out by shoving with the head, pushing with feathered legs!
At the end of the long perfectly round tunnel the nest cavity is formed. Here the eggs are lain. Pollen is deposited alongside for the larva to feed upon. The young bee will take down the partition that seals it form the outside world, and will emerge, a green eyed golden brown male, a striking glossy black female.
Partition of duties...Yes. The females are the carpenters, very good ones at that. The males, far less numerous, patrol and drink the nectar of endemic Scalesia flowers.
Xylocopa bees, known locally as Bungas, are not aggressive but the females do have a nifty sting if trapped. Nevertheless you can take them to safety from a building in cupped hands....and we must save each one!
Nature uses resources without contamination. Old trees support ecosystems.
During this 2 year study, the staining process was repeated at the beginning of the hot and cold seasons. It was clear that growth in the warm season was up to 30% greater than in the cold season. Corals have a 'best' temperature for growth but temperature is critical for their survival. If the temperature reaches more than 29 - 30 degrees celcius, the remarkable partnership between the animals and their photosynthetic partners, the one-celled algae called zooxanthellae, breaks down and the corals may die. This happened in Galapagos during the very strong El Nino events of 1982 and 1998 and many corals died. This is known as coral bleaching and is a major threat of global warming.


Colinvaux was worried and painted Fernandina well...."true, it was no substitute for the wetter richer islands that had gone, but it was virgin. Hardly a man had been there. Not one of his animals had been introduced. Not even a rat. High in the clouds which ringed the island summit was unique plant and animal life, life totally unaffected by the presence of man, perhaps the last truly virgin tropical community left on the earth."