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Nectar in sentence

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So here is some nectar from my film.
Now you can imagine that if nectar is such a valuable thing and expensive for the plant to produce and it attracts lots of pollinators, then, just as in human sex, people might start to deceive.
They might say, "I've got a bit of nectar.
This is a plant here that insects in South Africa just love, and they've evolved with a long proboscis to get the nectar at the bottom.
And here is the long-probosced fly that has not gotten any nectar from the mimic, because the mimic doesn't give it any nectar.
They drink this fabulous nectar and then they're all a bit sticky.
The siphoning mouthpart, a friendlier version of the piercing and sucking beak, also consists of a long, tube-like structure called a proboscis that works like a straw to suck up nectar from flowers.
Insects of the Lepidoptera order— butterflies and moths— keep their proboscises rolled up tightly beneath their heads when they’re not feeding and unfurl them when they come across some sweet nectar.
And finally, the chewing-lapping mouthpart is a combination of mandibles and a proboscis with a tongue-like structure at its tip for lapping up nectar.
It does not eat nectar.
A pool of delicious nectar lies at the bottom of each flower's long flute.
So we know flowers, we know fruits and vegetables, even some alfalfa in hay that the livestock for the meats that we eat, rely on pollinators, but you've got male and female parts to a plant here, and basically pollinators are attracted to plants for their nectar, and in the process, a bee will visit some flowers and pick up some pollen, or that male kind of sperm counterpart, along the way, and then travel to different flowers, and eventually an apple, in this case, will be produced.
Bees get all of the protein they need in their diet from pollen and all of the carbohydrates they need from nectar.
If one of these neonics, we call them, is applied in a high concentration, such as in this ground application, enough of the compound moves through the plant and gets into the pollen and the nectar, where a bee can consume, in this case, a high dose of this neurotoxin that makes the bee twitch and die.
In most agricultural settings, on most of our farms, it's only the seed that's coated with the insecticide, and so a smaller concentration moves through the plant and gets into the pollen and nectar, and if a bee consumes this lower dose, either nothing happens or the bee becomes intoxicated and disoriented and she may not find her way home.
And that bee, no doubt, assumed that it had decided, "I'm going for that apple tree, I'm going for that blossom, I'm going to get the nectar and I'm going to leave."
And the bee has been cleverly fooled into taking the nectar, and also picking up some powder on its leg, and going off to the next blossom.
They hang around until the mating flight, but they don't participate in gathering nectar or pollen.
But unlike most flowers, which attract a range of pollinators with sweet nectar, these masters of deception deploy other tactics– like pretending to be an insect’s mate, letting off alluring scents, and mimicking the appearance of other species.
Their oldest scam is mimicking the shapes and colours of other nectar-producing flowers— but without the sweet nectar.
Drawn to the pitcher’s vivid colors and alluring scent, the fly closes in and slurps its nectar.
But this pitcher species has an ingredient called coniine in its nectar, a powerful narcotic to insects.
Meanwhile, this beetle is bewitched by sweet-smelling nectar.
She alights on the petals, drinks the nectar, and takes off unscathed.
They get paid by pollen and nectar, to move that male sperm, the pollen, from flower to flower.
What the honey bee does: it pollinates, takes nectar from the flower, pollinates another flower, cross-pollinates.
And when it takes the nectar, the flowers don't feel shortchanged.
But some plants are manipulating animals, like in the case of orchids that promise sex and nectar and give in change nothing for the transportation of the pollen.
He would rather be a pollen jock and go out into the world and collect nectar, but he knows that job is but a lofty dream for a young bee.
I believe that if you met Harris up in Paradise (supposing such a thing likely), he would immediately greet you with: "So glad you've come, old fellow; I've found a nice place round the corner here, where you can get some really first-class nectar."