Ruth Heller

Mew like a pussywillow.

The nonsense is more meandering than playful, which doesn't really capture my interest like Quentin Blake's better stuff. I'd put this book on the good side of "meh", but still "meh".


It's enjoyable to be outside in nature.

The wonderful world of eggs.

The biggest issue that I have with this book is the first few sentences that spread across the first three pages. "CHICKENS laid the eggs you buy, the eggs you boil or fry or dye! or leave alone so you can see what grew inside naturally." No, that's not how you hatch a chicken.


Different kinds of animals lay eggs.

A boring of lists.

The page for "A bevy of beauties" is kind of sexist: it depicts a bunch of women and girls from the rear (multicultural, though!) wearing leotards and tights like they're in a ballet class. I'm pretty sure I've heard the word bevy used for quail or something. I've never heard it used for people.


Collective nouns exist, and here are some of them I know arranged at random.

Pretty average, mostly accurate.

But for the most part, as far as I know, this is pretty accurate. Octopi and cuttlefish actually do change their color in the way that chameleons are thought to do in popular culture, and then all the other fish that she mentions are just naturally constantly camouflaged.


Various sea creatures have different ways of camouflaging.