Welcome to our school blog. We have information about our school and the things we do, and the learning that is happening in Hoiho, Kea, and Pukeko classes. We are a rural primary school a short drive from Hokitika, on the West Coast of the South Island of New Zealand.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Darfield School
Also at DArfield school the princaples house is down my cousins drive waay.Awesome.Miss everybody at Kokatahi-Kowhitirangi School.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Darfield
On sunday the 28th I went to my new house in Darfield.It is nice.I set up my wii by myself and my television.I cant wait to go to my new school in Darfield.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Grunt-Grunt the pig
I woke up on a comfy seat in Aiden's truck. Beside me there was a bowl of warm milk and beside the warm milk there was a crushed biscuit in another bowl. I loved my warm milk and my crushed biscuit that Aiden gave me. I heard Aiden’s truck stop. Aiden hopped out of his truck. Aiden left his truck door open. An hour later I hopped out. Then BANG!! I heard a gunshot. I thought it was Aiden looking for a bird to shoot. But it wasn’t it was a hunter looking for little pigs just like me. I found Aiden and lay down beside his legs. Aiden heard the gunshot as well. He picked me up and took me to his truck. He said “do not hop out of my truck ok”.
“Oink Oink” I replied. When me and Aiden got to his house. I ran straight inside and sat by the warm fire. The fire was as warm as a boiling hot jug. When Aiden washed all the sticky blood off me. Aiden had tea. Then we went to bed. I fell straight asleep.
“Oink Oink” I replied. When me and Aiden got to his house. I ran straight inside and sat by the warm fire. The fire was as warm as a boiling hot jug. When Aiden washed all the sticky blood off me. Aiden had tea. Then we went to bed. I fell straight asleep.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Answering your questions. Grunt-Grunt on his own.
Thank you for your comments on Grunt-Grunt on His Own.
What was the monster Grunt-Grunt saw? If you read carefully what the monster looked like to Grunt-Grunt, you might be able to work out what it really was.
Yes, Aiden really did find Grunt-Grunt.
Bear-dog wasn't sure what Grunt-Grunt was for a start! Bear is a hunting dog, but he helps with duck shooting, not pig hunting. I think he thought Grunt-Grunt was a real live stuffed animal perhaps.
What was the monster Grunt-Grunt saw? If you read carefully what the monster looked like to Grunt-Grunt, you might be able to work out what it really was.
Yes, Aiden really did find Grunt-Grunt.
Bear-dog wasn't sure what Grunt-Grunt was for a start! Bear is a hunting dog, but he helps with duck shooting, not pig hunting. I think he thought Grunt-Grunt was a real live stuffed animal perhaps.
Friday, September 10, 2010
South Island, New Zealand. If you can find Motueka on this map then you know where Grunt-Grunt comes from.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
We have been looking for some interesting stories for our class to read. Especially stories that boys will like to read.
Luckily Ms. Bibby loves writing stories and has started this one for us.
Chapter one: The adventure begins
You could say that Grunt-Grunt’s adventures started off in a bloody mess.
You see, life was quiet in the bush for Grunt-Grunt and his family; there was nothing much to do except trot along behind his mother as she moved from one foraging place to another, or race around chasing his brothers and sisters. Sometimes they just spent the afternoon sleeping in the sun, a warm pile of piglets.
That is, life was quiet until the day Grunt-Grunt’s adventures started and on that day his world exploded into a squealing, shrieking mess of pigs and dogs and big humans and blood splattering everywhere.
Grunt-Grunt didn’t know what was happening; one minute he was asleep, and the next minute his mother started squealing so loud that all he could think of to do was to run, run as fast as his tiny piglet legs would go. So he ran – straight under one of the fierce pig dogs and into the legs of another one. Thud! He was going so fast that he bounced off the leg and fell over, rolling and rolling, legs up paddling the air one second and legs under him the next; over and over he tumbled, finally coming to a stop against a log. He opened his eyes but everything was going around and around, so he closed them again and tried to stand up legs scrambling in the dirt. He shook his head to stop the spinning and opened his eyes again - and looked straight into the gaping bloody mouth and huge teeth of a pig dog. It looked like it was waiting to grab him and eat him up in one gulp.
It was the scariest thing Grunt-Grunt had ever seen in his whole life!
One look at those teeth and Grunt-Grunt squealed and took off, keeping as close to the side of the log as he could. Lucky for him he did, because when the dog lunged at him to bite him, not only did he get a bit of Grunt-Grunt, he got a bit of the log too.
The dog shook his head from side to side to get the piece of wood out of his mouth shaking poor Grunt-Grunt so his head wobbled back and forth, sswip! sswip! BUT when he opened his mouth to spit out the wood, he was careless and spat Grunt-Grunt out too. Grunt-Grunt went flying, yes flying as only a small piglet could do. He went flying through the air, a squealing, bleeding piglet missile that landed plunk, in the middle of a big patch of ferns!
He lay there not moving, his eyes shut tight. He didn’t know that his side was bleeding where the dog’s teeth had gone into him, or that the hunters had gone further away. He didn’t open his eyes once; he lay very still, hardly breathing. He didn’t see the dogs sniff, sniffing around as they followed the pig hunters out of the bush or the hunter walk past with his dead mother on his back. He lay there quiet and still, too scared to move. He lay there as the day got darker and darker. He didn’t see the stars or the moon or the possum that walked by in the middle of the night. He lay there all night, shivering as it got colder and colder. He didn’t see the bloody mess that the hunters left all around the clearing where he had been sleeping in a warm piglet pile before the hunters came.
Grunt-Grunt lay there all night, his eyes shut tight, too scared to move.
What do you think of the story so far? What do you think might happen next?
Luckily Ms. Bibby loves writing stories and has started this one for us.
Grunt-Grunt the Pig
Chapter one: The adventure begins
You could say that Grunt-Grunt’s adventures started off in a bloody mess.
You see, life was quiet in the bush for Grunt-Grunt and his family; there was nothing much to do except trot along behind his mother as she moved from one foraging place to another, or race around chasing his brothers and sisters. Sometimes they just spent the afternoon sleeping in the sun, a warm pile of piglets.
That is, life was quiet until the day Grunt-Grunt’s adventures started and on that day his world exploded into a squealing, shrieking mess of pigs and dogs and big humans and blood splattering everywhere.
Grunt-Grunt didn’t know what was happening; one minute he was asleep, and the next minute his mother started squealing so loud that all he could think of to do was to run, run as fast as his tiny piglet legs would go. So he ran – straight under one of the fierce pig dogs and into the legs of another one. Thud! He was going so fast that he bounced off the leg and fell over, rolling and rolling, legs up paddling the air one second and legs under him the next; over and over he tumbled, finally coming to a stop against a log. He opened his eyes but everything was going around and around, so he closed them again and tried to stand up legs scrambling in the dirt. He shook his head to stop the spinning and opened his eyes again - and looked straight into the gaping bloody mouth and huge teeth of a pig dog. It looked like it was waiting to grab him and eat him up in one gulp.
It was the scariest thing Grunt-Grunt had ever seen in his whole life!
One look at those teeth and Grunt-Grunt squealed and took off, keeping as close to the side of the log as he could. Lucky for him he did, because when the dog lunged at him to bite him, not only did he get a bit of Grunt-Grunt, he got a bit of the log too.
The dog shook his head from side to side to get the piece of wood out of his mouth shaking poor Grunt-Grunt so his head wobbled back and forth, sswip! sswip! BUT when he opened his mouth to spit out the wood, he was careless and spat Grunt-Grunt out too. Grunt-Grunt went flying, yes flying as only a small piglet could do. He went flying through the air, a squealing, bleeding piglet missile that landed plunk, in the middle of a big patch of ferns!
He lay there not moving, his eyes shut tight. He didn’t know that his side was bleeding where the dog’s teeth had gone into him, or that the hunters had gone further away. He didn’t open his eyes once; he lay very still, hardly breathing. He didn’t see the dogs sniff, sniffing around as they followed the pig hunters out of the bush or the hunter walk past with his dead mother on his back. He lay there quiet and still, too scared to move. He lay there as the day got darker and darker. He didn’t see the stars or the moon or the possum that walked by in the middle of the night. He lay there all night, shivering as it got colder and colder. He didn’t see the bloody mess that the hunters left all around the clearing where he had been sleeping in a warm piglet pile before the hunters came.
Grunt-Grunt lay there all night, his eyes shut tight, too scared to move.
What do you think of the story so far? What do you think might happen next?
Friday, August 6, 2010
Ski Trip
What a great day! We couldn't have asked for better weather!
A huge thanks to all the parents that drove the class up to Porters. The kids all had a great day - and it looked like the parents did too.
After having a couple hours of lessons with ski instructors the kids were starting to look like they were snow bunnies!
Click here to see more of the photos from the day
A huge thanks to all the parents that drove the class up to Porters. The kids all had a great day - and it looked like the parents did too.
After having a couple hours of lessons with ski instructors the kids were starting to look like they were snow bunnies!
Click here to see more of the photos from the day
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Assignement #2
Takahe Habitat
Find some information and descriptions of what kind of environment a Takahe needs to survive.
You could also find some information about what is threatening their habitat.
Make sure you have checked your spelling and the other facts already posted so we don't have lots of comments saying the same thing.
:)
Find some information and descriptions of what kind of environment a Takahe needs to survive.
You could also find some information about what is threatening their habitat.
Make sure you have checked your spelling and the other facts already posted so we don't have lots of comments saying the same thing.
:)
Friday, July 30, 2010
Assignment #1 ~ Takahe
Takahe
Takahe are endangered New Zealand birds.
There are only about 230 left!
Find some more facts about this unusual bird and post it in a reply. Make sure you read other people's replies so that you aren't repeating information.
Be sure to spell check your replies to make sure everyone can read them accurately and add your name so we know who has added to our knowledge bank.
You might find some information at the Kiwi Conservation Club Site.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The biggest roller coaster!
Check out this roller coaster I went on! It is called the Behemoth. It is the biggest, tallest, fastest roller coaster in Canada! It was SO much fun! I was on the roller coaster when you were in class on Monday. A much more fun thing to do! See you next week.
Friday, June 25, 2010
World Famous in Hokitika
The Mary O'Connor Mini Marathon is this weekend. It is fantastic that we have a local family who represented New Zealand in the Olympics. It is great to have a fun event to carry on celebrating her acievements. Good luck to everyone who is entering.
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