My Speech

                                       My Speech 

My speech was on the subject is on protecting native birds of New Zealand. I really enjoyed in researching native birds and how some of the species went extinct hundreds of years ago like the Moa and Huia. 

Speech!                                                              Stepping daintily on the cool grass streaked with moonlight.You hear the trees swaying but something is missing. What is it?  The native birds, as you strain to hear the hoot of a morepork, the tapping of feet in the undergrowth, But you hear nothing. But no songs are heard.

This is what will happen if we don’t protect our native birds.I think should be protecting these unique birds because they are so important that they are on our money! As a nation, we call ourselves kiwis right? What will we call ourselves if the real cute kiwi was extinct?

More birds are going extinct than being helped.To be exact,49 species of native birds are extinct since human set foot on New Zealand. 23 species are Nationally Critical,14 are Nationally Endangered and 33 species are Nationally Vulnerable. So that equals 70 species are threatened.

When people arrived in New Zealand they brought rats, ferrets and weasels only to name a few.When Europeans came on ships the rats brought diseases with them inside crates of food they were hiding in. When the rats got off the boats, the native species were unprepared for the four-legged creatures that landed on our shores some 700 years ago.When rats had seen how much food was around, they breed faster and wreaked havoc everywhere they went.

People say saving native birds like the kakapo and kokako is not New Zealand’s top priority but the housing crisis in Auckland and Hamilton. But really do people think that building houses is more important than saving birds of New Zealand that are found nowhere else in the world?

We should be doing more to protecting these native birds because they are unique, their melodies fill the air and they are a major part of the ecosystem in New Zealand wildlife.Now would you start protecting these helpless, dying birds of New Zealand?

 

the dissection

The Dissection!!!             Ripping the tough muscle from the huge clump of fat, I hear a startled gasp from not so blood and guts from Libby. I put point the scalpel down hard on the cattle’s heart.A wow came Jessada and Lexi as we found the tissue that held everything together. Everyone wanted to cut a string of tissue (well except Libby).

I cut one of the main tissues so did Lexi and Jessada and then we pulled that the not so main tissue strings.After playing with the strings, I cut on the left side of the heart.Then a screeching noise comes from the middle of the heart, horrified I stop cutting there before I was a bone …

A bone the of the scalpel itself! I showed everyone in the group and Libby cringed. Then we all tried to get the bone out but couldn’t. So we dissected another part of the heart, and we found more tissue strings and cut them up.

Then I picked up the dissected heart and held in the air.Then I put my hand in the atrium and squeezed the bottom ventricle. Then Lexi cut a bit off the left ventricle and we all had a turn to squeeze the tough muscle in our hands.After we dissected, a cattle's heart we hobbled over to the ultrasound where Aidan's dad tried it then Aidan himself then Flynn and it was lunch time and we packed up the room put everything in the truck.

Treaty of Waitangi

I liked learning about the Treaty of Waitangi and the history around Pirongia. And I liked sharing my information with Libby and Lexi who in my group.We 6 weeks of planning and creating a slide that had information we gathered when we when to the Pirongia museum and barracks near the cafe.

And is the slide that me, Libby and Lexi made hope you enjoy!

Treaty of Waitangi Slide

swimming lesson

                                  Swimming lesson

I tense. The whistle blew.I dived. The boy's cheer wildly as the girls skim the clear water gracefully.The next group of girls line up.Huffing and puffing like a steam train.

Dareeya's koru art

My koru is blue because I'm in Kea house.I used the hammerhead koru for the strength of my house and some small koru's around the hammerhead and two pīta on the sides.

biking at the MBT trails in pirongia

                                       Biking!🚲

The hot blood rushes through my veins. My heartbeat quickens as the earth drops way to another hill. I felt special as I reach the end. I had accomplished one round of the kid's track I had a rest, a drink of water and some food, and started off again.

                                                                                                                                     

The grey gravel crunched underneath my black shoes and the stones protested, but I ignored the protesting and biked my way to Amanda. Gracefully, I pass beautiful native trees and flowers. Once I reach Amanda, I stare into the deep, dark, muddy track. Gingerly, I make way and push off. I race down the muddy banks like a racehorse in a derby. Slowly, I apply the brakes to examine the track below. The hill below dropped down to a stream sharp corner. I carefully turned the corner, avoiding the bird's sharp cries and taunting beaks. But I wasn’t watching the sight was better than those crows. Then I bike a little longer, and I found a sign that says:

Redwood's kids ahead?

My despair filled my stomach as I bike up the brown leaves trail. I keep biking and I reached the end!
By: Dareeya

bike reflection 2017 by dareeya

                                              Blue Reflection

                               lesson 1😁

                  we had our first bike lesson. 

On Wednesday we had our first lesson with Claire from the Energize team.First Claire told us to check our wheels if they have air in them, then we check our brakes if they were tight, and finally, we checked our chains if they were stiff or rusty.Once we finished checking our bikes, Claire said to separate into three groups.We had to bike for a little while and gently break in the box. After we had three turns at breaking, we played the BOX GAME.So the year 5's when first in the box. The year 6's were judges.when we were all set, Claire shouted ''GO!" and we all started and we rode anti-clockwise round.I put my foot down so I didn't win. At least I still tried.

                       Bike Reflection 

                             lesson 2😁

We are back with Claire biking lesson.We made sure our wheels had air in them, the brakes if they are broken, and lastly the if they are stiff.Once finished, the year 6's to bike the BOX GAME, they biked anti-clockwise too.Once finished, we separated into three groups, tried balancing on your bike but holding it without putting your foot down.When we had three turns, we played the turtle game.(the aim of the game was to ride as slow as you can without putting your foot down.)

                                     Bike Reflection                                                          lesson 3😁

                                       
  We're back with Claire, we played 2 rounds of the turtle game. I didn't win a round but that's life. Then we separated into 6 groups, 2 groups on one set of cones.The front people bike up or down the side of cones the bike that is going up,h as a cone in their hand and passes it to the opposite side while biking without  throwing.I nailed it because I always ride one-handed while holding something.Our group got 14 passes without dropping the cone.When time was up we said thank you to Claire and we packed our bikes away.                          

Plush animals

Plush animals.

The hot summer’s sun sears my bed like a shank of beef. Even though the curtains are closed, the sun was in full swing.At night when the moon is clear, the light burns your body like a white laser. At night is really cold like you are in a snow capsular. When you stand in the sun, the light penetrates you into the air.Lovingly, I hug my extraordinary purple unicorn. The plush fiberglass silk mane softens the hard, lumpy mattress. Cuddling my zoo of plush animals is an

amazing feeling. Weaving and tugging, gently with the silk I plait the unicorns and horses mane and tail.Pulling at the giant ropes of leather, the horses disobey the tugging and refuse to walk. Gazing and gaping at the long necks, the giraffes tower over me calmly.      

The sea by dareeya -writing 2017

                               

The Sea   Roughly pushing, the golden sand screams helplessly as the water shoves carelessly to the scoring sand. The foam soothes calmly as the shells happily greet them. Waving a goodbye, the shells turn and scatter away as the sea collects their friends up gently. Gobbling the unfortunate, the seagulls spring into action, picking greedily at the pipi's shells. Helplessly demanding, the soft muscles babbles their justice and freedom from the bright brittle bills. Flicking her tail skillfully, the grey shark kicked a drop of water off her tail like she was playing soccer. Jumping for joy, dad manoeuvred the boat to the spot where the shark took the spotlight. Lazily, I took a worn cushion and strained my eyes to see the silver shark almost tipped the boat upside down. Then…POP the magnificent shark landed in the gleaming white boat.Hurriedly, I grab the slippery, slimy fish with delight, and examined the unique features of the miniature shark.     By Dareeya

green poem by dareeya

Green

Green is the seasickness on a boat.

It is the jealously for something from a girl.

It is the sick wave of fear that comes by you when something bad going to happen.

It is the disgust of something you don’t like.

Green is the mouldy cheese at the back of the fridge.

It is the nut inside a young pistachio shell.

It is the crisp apple on the evergreen tree.

It is a packet of sour skittles at the supermarket.

Green is the leaf on a tree.

It is the crunchy grass beneath your feet.

It is the colour of Tui house.

It is a uncleaned fish tank.

It is the algae in an unfiltered pool.

Green is nature and life.