JUNIOR ESSAYS

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXVI, Issue 101, 9 April 1936, Page 15

JUNIOR ESSAYS

The Tuki Tuki flows at the back of our paddocks, and m the middle of it is a shingle bed. In summer birds called terns made their home on the stones. There were hundreds of them, some white and black and others black. When they were nesting 1 paddled across the river to see them. They were a wonderful sight, and you had to be careful where you walked; the eggs were everywhere. 'There were two different kinds; one kind of tern made a hole in the ground; the other kind had a fixture ot sticks. The eggs were a blueish green with black spots. These .ere the size of a very small seagull’s egg. The shingle had gone white because the terns walked about and made them white. Their long legs are orange. Would you send me a card of the rules, please? Love to you and the Kiwis’ Nest. —Pink certificate to Jean Burden, aged 8 years. Mangateretere. (A splendid letter, Jean. I shall send you a copy of the rules when 1 post your certificate —C.H.) HI Last Thursdav was Show day, but mother took my sister and me to Cornwall Park instead. It was a nice day and we had lots of fun on the slide and the round-abouts. I had a lot of swings too We went round the animals and over to see the monkeys, but they were not very playful. After lunch I met some school friends and we play ed together. —Pink certificate to Evergreen, aged 6 years, Hastings. (I think that perhays you had an even nicer time than you would have ! had at the Show, Evergreen, and you wrote a nice little letter about your outing.—C.K.)

I am verv sorry 1 haven't written to you for a long time. But this week I am telling you about the coming of winter. Now winter is coming on we do not hear the birds singing as usual. All the birds are flying home to the west, and the trees are changing their colours. Although we are getting warm days we are not as happv as in the summer. Jack Frost is about and it is very cold in the mornings. Love to all. —Blue certificate to Flame, aged 10 vonrs, Otane. (It will he lovely. Flame, when winter actually does arrive, to look forward to Spring and the birds again.— CK.)