LI: To make an informed opinion

Our task was to create a DLO that shows both perspectives of this event. Our group considered whether or not the risks that Johnny Pohe took were very dangerous.

Something we found interesting was that Johnny Pohe was the first Maori to become an official pilot because he wanted to serve his country so he could protect the mana that lies beyond his culture

LI: To write a narrative from the point of view of a baby owl on its first flight

Mrs Anderson read us the book ‘First Flight’ by June Crebbin. We talked about the narrators point of view and used a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what the story might look like when told in the first person. I enjoyed using the Gem because it helped me with hint. This was the story that we wote about.

The sun sets as the moon arises. I say to myself (I am so happy for my first time to fly) looking at my surroundings other owls call out my name to go fly with them. As I look down at the dark shadows below me I hear some squirrels down at the atmosphere. The little owlette’s eyes wide with curiosity, decided it wants to fly. The harsh wind blew, crisp and frosty, as the sun began to set, my talons grip loosened, the branch suddenly feeling slippery, my heart stopped for a little bit as my grip fades away. As I will be jumping off and soaring through the air tonight. My feathers seem to curl up, keeping me warm from the chilly breezes. My heart started thumping quickly, as I glanced at the dark forest below, a gust of wind blew over me smelling like dead trees through the wind.

I can’t bring myself to jump, the nerves take over my body. I’m petrified , unable to move, feeling a tingly sensation overcome my body. The height makes my stomach drop.

Trying to fly is really terrifying, especially when looking down, just pitch black with trees coming out of the darkness. It’s a bit hard to tell how far the ground is because of how high I am, that’s also why it’s scary. So I decided to practice flying by standing on my nest and extending my astounding wings as I attempted a jump that was from my nest, to a long piece of wood. As I kept practicing and practicing, over and over again I gathered up the courage to jump from my nest to the ground

I muster up all the courage I can, looking at the ground that threatens to claim me. With one final sharp breath I jump, a whoosh of air following me as I spread my majestic wings, flapping them marvelously, as I fly over the long blades of grass, and all of the bodies of water spread across the broad forest.