DOC should think again about using 1080

I disagree with 1080 because it is well capable of killing native wildlife.

As well, as pests, like certain rodents and marsupials, 1080 has also killed insects, birds, livestock and some pets and plants, which it isn't supposed to do.

Every 3 years, 1080 eradicates 25% of kea, as well as 1,000's of other unfortunate native animals.

I feel heavily unsatisfied with 1080, about their dark secrete of killing native wildlife, also something must be done soon about this problem

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This the heron bird trying to eat a fish

        

Maui gods narrative

As the years went by, when the world was finally at peace, Maui was created by rehua and his wife. Many years later Maui constructed a fish hook, but this was no ordinary fish hook: It was enchanted. Tangaroa, the god of the sea weaved Papatuanuku, a sea blanket. Papatuanuku fell into a deep sleep, for many moons. She gradually sloped into the blanket.
Many years later Maui, thought something was not right. Papatuanuku, the earth mother was slipping into the sea. He had no choice: He had to fish up Papatuanuku s legs.

Maui gods narrative

Maui gods narrative
As the years went by, when the world was finally at peace, Maui was created by rehua and his wife. Many years later Maui constructed a fish hook, but this was no ordinary fish hook: It was enchanted. Tangaroa, the god of the sea weaved Papatuanuku, a sea blanket. Papatuanuku fell into a deep sleep, for many moons. She gradually sloped into the blanket.

Many years later Maui, thought something was not right. Papatuanuku, the earth mother was slipping into the sea. He had no choice: He had to fish up Papatuanuku s legs.

Statistics results

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Answer please

My statistics investigation

Under the bed

Under the bed





A young boy named Michael was having a marvelous dream, about him being a superhero, until, something was wrong. He woke straight up, from a weird scampering sound. He peered under his bed. His cat, Fluffy, rocketed out, meowing, delighted to see Michael. But that wasn’t all. The scampering sound still haunted the underside of his bed. Michael, time for school, shouted Michael’s mum.I’ll get ready for school, shouted Michael, as Fluffy the cat, jumped to his cat bed. Michael gets transported to school in his Mo's bright green automobile, thinking, what that sound could be. Michael thought it could be something logical. But he had never heard that sound before...

Ida from the story the red ball

   WALT: Draw your first Google drawing. This is Ida from the story red ball. You may notice she is standing up, not doing the splits. Reflection: I could have made it smaller.

The bike

This week we have been learning how to create a descriptive narrative writing piece.
I have enjoyed this because I get new ideas from images to create a narrative 
The bike

A young boy named Bob was flooded with a boredom emotion. He stumbled upon a rusty old bike, coated with dust.He swept the dust off and thought he could take a spin in it. He washed and polished  it.This bike wasn’t just any bike…

He clambered onto the old bike.SUDDENLY, wooooooooooooosh!!!!!!! The bike raced into the woods. It wasn’t being pulled.bob wasn’t pedalling.It was as if the forest was a magnet.Bob realised something:The bike was enchanted.

As night approached bob started to get worried.He knew he should make the most of the light...That's it!,thought bob.He was going to use the light to guide him back.

The light remaining was crucial.Bob precisely, but gently tapped the bike’s ringing thing.It made an echoing ring.The ground shook dramatically.Bob knew what to do He clambered upon his rusty old bike,He started to pedal,into the light.Once he reached the light,There was nothing.Just a blank white space.It was like all; objects and time had been depleted.He faced back at the remaining woods.Suddenly it was shrinking.Bob knew what was happening:If he didn’t ring the bell again he would be trapped there forever.He tapped the horn again.FLASH! ZAP!! Everything that  happened was set back to normal.Bob knew that he shouldn't ride the enchanted bike.But he doesn’t know that it is not still enchanted.The woods now leads to a cheerful meadow of butterflies and flowers.

BOB

A young boy named Bob was flooded with a boredom emotion. He stumbled upon a rusty old bike, coated with dust.He swept the dust off and thought he could take a spin in it. He washed and polished  it.This bike wasn’t just any bike…

He clambered onto the old bike.SUDDENLY, wooooooooooooosh!!!!!!! The bike raced into the woods. It wasn’t being pulled.bob wasn’t pedalling.It was as if the forest was a magnet.Bob realised something:The bike was enchanted.

As night approached bob started to get worried.He knew he should make the most of the light...That's it!,thought bob.He was going to use the light to guide him back.

The light remaining was crucial.Bob precisely, but gently tapped the bike’s ringing thing.It made an echoing ring.The ground shook dramatically.Bob knew what to do He clambered upon his rusty old bike,He started to pedal,into the light.Once he reached the light,There was nothing.Just a blank white space.It was like all; objects and time had been depleted.He faced back at the remaining woods.Suddenly it was shrinking.Bob knew what was happening:If he didn’t ring the bell again he would be trapped there forever.He tapped the horn again.FLASH! ZAP!! Everything that  happened was set back to normal.Bob knew that he shouldn't ride the enchanted bike.But he doesn’t know that it is not still enchanted.The woods now leads to a cheerful meadow of butterflies and flowers.