Answer:
I go around a yard but does not move.
I am natureβs way of applauding lightning.
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
I'm really blue but when you see me I'm red. You don't see me too often. I'm there for you if you're hurt.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?