- LI: To write a narrative from the point of view of a baby owl on its fist 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 learn more skills
The sun setting behind the jagged silhouette of hills. The moon was rising as the silver light spilled over the canopy, turning the leaves into shards of glass. The wind breezed through me as chills ran down my feathers. Tonight wasn’t any night, tonight was the night I adventure through the sky. One wish that I finally was about to accomplish.
Every evening, as the shadows stretched long across the forest floor, I watched as my mother would stir, her feathers rustling like dry silk, before she launched herself into the abyss, I asked her “Am I ready to fly”? My mother whispered as I got the chills “Not yet but you will one day”. I remained behind, anchored into my nest, feeling like a stone at the bottom of a river as I watched others fly and play around. Not knowing how to fly was tough.
The shift from the cozy center of the nest to the precipice was more than a few steps. It was a cold, terrifying night. As I crept toward the edge of the nest. The familiar world of tangled twigs and soft moss fell away. The ground below didn’t just look distant; it looked predatory. The grass floor, which seemed so soft from the safety of the nest, was now sharp greens and shadows, swirling in a dizzying depth.
I summoned all my bravery and drew myself up closing my eyes, I took a leap of faith and flapped my majestic wings. Peeking through one eye, the terror turned into wonder. I wasn’t falling, I was flying in the air. The grass that had looked like a distant threat was now soft. I excitedly swoop through the tree trunks. I land back in my nest and I see my mother coming back. I told my mother about what I experienced and I asked her the last time “Am I ready to fly with you?”. My mother confidently replied “yes dear you may fly with me”.