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By Pond and River by Arabella Buckley Second volume in the Eyes and No Eyes series, introduces children to the variety of plant and animal life around ponds and rivers. Through life stories of frogs, dragon-flies, fish, water-bugs, water birds, otters, and voles, children's interest in water creatures is awakened. An exhibit of water plants at a flower show concludes the volume. Seven color illustrations and numerous black and white drawings complement the text. 5.5 x 8.5 inches. Ages 8-10

The strange, uneven bill of the skimmer has a purpose: the bird flies low, with the long lower mandible plowing the water, snapping the bill shut when it contacts a fish. Strictly coastal in most areas of North America, Black Skimmers are often seen resting on sandbars and beaches. Unlike most birds, their eyes have vertical pupils, narrowed to slits to cut the glare of water and white sand. Flocks in flight may turn in unison, with synchronized beats of their long wings. The world's three… !!!walking on water!!! just a hop, skip & wheeeeeeee ~ i'm flying!!!!!

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Best Homemade Indoor Fly Spray....I started using my diluted alcohol and water spray I use for cleaning glass and counter tops to spray the flies and it works GREAT! Just spray the fly a couple of times when it lands and they just fall. Take a paper towel and pick them up and toss but then just wipe down your window or whatever that you sprayed and it is now sparkly clean. A safe way to kill flies indoors.

There are 6 species of Spoonbill birds in 2 genera distributed over much of the world. They're monogamous for one season at a time. All Spoonbills have large, flat, spatulate bills and feed by wading through shallow water, sweeping the partly opened bill from side to side, when any small aquatic creature touches the inside of the bill it is snapped shut. Spoonbills generally prefer fresh water to salt but are found in both environments.

Early, last year, a male hummingbird knocked himself cold on my window; he bounced off, came to rest in a pool of near-freezing water in the gutter, half his beak clear. I ran downstairs, unlocked the shop, grabbed the ladder—got him out. He was twitching, eyes rolled back; I figured the worst. But, I wrapped him in a towel & laid him on the warm register. 30 minutes later, in my cupped hands, he wanted to fly. He stops by, weekly, a foot from my face, and tweets before darting into the…