KidzTalk - Recent questions tagged nature

Robot Bees!

Thu, 30 Jan 2025 23:41:50 +0000

Have you heard of robot bees? Check it out on KidzNet!

https://net.kidzsearch.com/mits-robot-bees-may-help-pollination-in-the-future/

I've really began to enjoy the sunsets.

Tue, 16 Apr 2024 22:30:33 +0000

Just like the title. And it's funny, because I've never 'been into' sunsets.

I have a large window in my bedroom next to my bed, and as I laid in bed I watched the sunset. It was so serene, and the pine trees created an awesome frame for it, and the flagpole in my front yard was centered.

I just can't explain how much peace it brought me! Gosh, it was so pretty!!

Post sunset pics whenever ya'll can :)

Who inveted the rainbow

Thu, 02 Feb 2023 14:42:44 +0000

literature

Where do bees sleep during the rain?

Mon, 15 Nov 2021 01:05:23 +0000

I been watching some bees around our yard lately, sniffing at the flowers, and when i went out one day after a rain storm, I noticed that they were mostly gone, except a few of them coming back. I cant see the hive anywhere, but it got me thinking, where do bees sleep if they are away from the hive, or do they always go back to the hive during storms as sort of a safe spot?

Tree Photos (1/4)

Mon, 17 Feb 2020 09:03:48 +0000

This is the tree outside of my window, a lot of a particular bird species has been feeding on it, the red berries since no other bird seems interested. What a sight it was!

1. Which was taken with flash, sorry if it ruins it for you.

2. No flash, can you see the remaining berries?

[ cold ]

Tue, 11 Feb 2020 17:32:48 +0000

FRESH LIKE THE LEMON SEA—rattled to the point the bird could sing no more, it’s lungs out of hope, it’s heart out of breath in which it had beat no more.

And which it had been apart. Apart from its soulmate in dire need for the bird the set it’s blue winds, to ride the winds, which was a stormy array.

And yet, everything around him would seem like a desert—the berries laid were blood-like, colored and plump, it was everything he had desired for. Mourned for; wished for in every urgent need.

Yet, his lover, a bird whose would fly days to find him, he had to retreat.

Because, a man whose bird needed to lead a family. Yet, whose was not sure if he would make it out of the storm, it was ever too cold.

Oh, how would the bird ever conform his resurgence? He didn’t want to be away from his shining lover, whose songs were draw him back to his nest, that had laid below the berry tree.

Oh, dear me!

Of course, his wings were frozen, a statue they were. His eyes closed shut, and his midnight black beak quivered.

He was indeed perfect dinner.