Behold how black skimmers fish for their finny food. As the tide falls and the moon rises, a squadron of skimmers shimmers over the glassy cove, shallow-plowing the shallows with their razor-thin lower mandibles, scooping up minnows by the many from the mini furrows. It's a little like seeing with a string, and you have to wonder if they don't come up with a lot of flotsam and jetsam. Isn't there an easier way to make a living? Not if you're a black skimmer.