I used to think that there weren’t that many endangered animals that seriously needed to be helped. Now I have changed my mind after learning more about them at Healesville Sanctuary. I now know that there are so many species of animals like the Tasmanian devil that are endangered that we need to help. Something I would like to know more about is the Tasmanian devil and the deadly facial tumour that they can get which kills them. I learnt that there is a wide range of ways to help save these animals that could soon be extinct if we don’t do something. Those include raising money to build a breeding place for a certain species of animals, chopping down fewer trees so animals like the orange bellied parrot and the lead beaters possum have a place to live and breed in. Yesterday I even learnt that simple things like becoming a member or volunteer at a place like Healesville Sanctuary, can help fight extinction. This trip to Healesville Sanctuary has really helped me properly understand the risk and threat that these animals face, and what I can do about it.
by Hannah G
Before going to Healesville I knew all the different conservation status of Australian native animals and wether they were endangered, Vulnerable, threatened, near threatened, extinct and extinct in the wild. What Healesville taught me is how the animals came to be in those categories and how we can help and support the programs that are trying to save them.
I always knew Tasmania Devils were endangered, but I never knew why. At Healesville I learnt that they are endangered because of a facial tumour they get when fighting for food or road kill, with other devils and it is very contagious. They are trying to help Tassie devils by breeding them and stopping them from fighting with other Tasmanian devils with tumours on their face.
Healesville have agreed to look after and care for twenty endangered animals around Australia, so the animals can help restore their numbers and be well populated in the wild again. We had to pick an endangered animal off the list and use our devices and the information around the sanctuary, to come up with a plan to help save that animal. Our plan was to support black and white day, by raising to donate to the sanctuary. The money that they earn goes to building special centres and breeding programs on the main land of Australia and in Tasmania.
My heart was beating incredibly fast. All I could think of was… RUN, RUN, RUN! The astronomical wave was plunged over me and I swirled out into the deep. The wave marched on devouring everything in its path, like a giant gobbling up its tea. I struggled for breath gasping and spluttering for air. I grabbed onto a lamp pole. Another wave shot out of the water and I went down. The lamp pole banged against my leg and I screeched out in pain. But only I could hear myself. Then the pole flew back. This time it hit my head. Then my world went black.
Congratulations to Mady whose 100WC made it to the showcase this fortnight! Visit www.100wc.net to see her name up in lights!
The sparkling stars fill the night sky like angels falling from heaven. The tower standing tall and proud as I wave in the shadow of the fig tree, as the wind whistled past so silently, yet so stealthily. My heart was beating incredibly fastas I took a leap of faith, landing on the soft grass in silence. I gaze up at the one window above as it scrapes the sky with its height. I plant one hand on the castle walls, as I take a deep breath and start to climb, for I know this could be the last day for me on earth
This week in writing, we have tried our hand at 100 word stories. We had to write only 100 words based on the prompt
But I wondered what I would do …
This has been a great task to help us focus on our choice of words and creating mood in our writing. We voted on the top pieces in our class. Here they are … we hope you enjoy them!
But I wondered what I would do! I fell to the old splintery wood; a rusted nail tore my flesh. Tears swelled in my eyes, a throbbing lump wedged in my throat, enlarged. The words slipped round my mind “What would I do?” I let out an ear piercing scream and covered the wide gash, trying to stop the blood pouring out. My head spun like a spinning top as I slowly wobbled to my feet. The fire place crackled and puffed wispy smoke into the crisp air. The flames licked up any dry wood like a cat drinking milk. I slid my hand up the ancient mantel piece. I knew what I must do.
This was tricky. I jogged to the spot where she lay. Motionless. I gently put one shaky hand to her chest. Beatless. How was I going to save her? Suddenly, I reach for my back pack and take it from my back. Carefully, I lift her head and slide my pack under her. She doesn’t make a sound. Then I realise what I have to do. Slowly, I bend down and put my lips on hers. I blow some air into her mouth then push on her chest. Nothing. Wait, something! She starts breathing! She’s alive! But I wondered what I would do…
But I wondered what I would do. Then it came to me. Run. I ran as fast as possible knowing there was a T-Rex right on my tail. I jumped in to the jeep and slammed on the accelerator causing the jeep to go flying down the road towards safety. The next problem I had was the Spinosarous (which if you ask me stands for killing machine.) I stopped the car and got the dart gun lying in the back and loaded it. I jumped out of the car and pulled the trigger twice watching the mighty beast fall to the floor. At that moment I knew I was safe.
What do you think of our 100 word stories? Where does you mind take you when you hear the phrase “But I wondered what I would do?”
Our class worked on rich writing after we had participated in an Anzac Day Prayer Service and looked at some of the Anzac information loaded on our blog. In snapshot writing, the goal is to make the reader feel like he/she is right in the moment of what is happening. The focus is on the senses – what can I see, smell, hear, taste and touch and how do these things make me feel. Here are some samples of our writing:
Suffering and Mateship 8/7/1917
I see people leaping for cover as blood pours all over the dusty ground, the sounds of the enemy coming closer and closer. Suddenly, I hear an ear splitting cry! I spin around (one eye still on the enemy’s guns) and I see a fighter lying on the ground, holding his stomach. I sprint to the spot where he lays and fall to my knees at his side. I look around desperately at the surrounding chaos. I see the boat we arrived on. I pull and pull, yanking his arm over the rim and lie him down. I take off my shirt and wrap it around his wounds. “You’ll be alright, mate” And I know this is only the beginning!
Anzac Snapshot: Death and loss.
Here I stand on muddy ground with bodies and blood sprawled everywhere. Here I look, there have been so many lives lost and these bodies are no longer able to return to their loved ones. Here I ask myself, why did I ever come here? What’s the point of fighting when so many soldiers go to war and so few return. I never wanted to be a murderer and yet here I am, deeply regretting what I have done on the shores of Gallipoli.