LI: To write a narrative from the point of view of a baby owl on its first flight
Shadows stretched across the horizon as the air turned crisp and biting against my downy feathers. A sudden, powerful gust of wind shoved against my back, forcing me to sink my sharp talons deeper into the rough, fibrous bark of the ancient branch. All around me, the forest danced wildly, with silver leaves tossing and turning in the arctic breeze. I widened my binocular eyes, scanning the obsidian darkness for any sign of movement. High above, the haunting whistles of the elder owls echoed through the trees, beckoning me to join their dance. My wings felt like lead weights, and a shiver of trepidation rippled through my small, compact body, nearly drowning out my dreams of flight.
Tonight was the night I would fly for the first time, or is it?
Suddenly, the safety of my sturdy branch vanished as a violent gale screamed through the canopy. The ancient wood groaned under my weight, and a sharp crack echoed through the silent woods. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. As the fibrous bark slipped from my talons, leaving me tumbling into the empty, cold air. I was no longer a spectator of the night and I was going to fall headfirst into the unknown below me. The sensation of the wind brushed against my ears as I was falling.
At that very moment while I was falling, my vision became a blur and I could see leaves swooping at me. Whilst my pending doom, my instincts collided with my fear. I fought with the urge to unfurl my wings against the strong wind. The air bellowed with roars in my ears and for a heart stop second, I felt a gust of wind against my wings. I was spinning out of control, desperate to find a way to turn this deadly fall into a graceful flight.
When I felt the dense wind, almost a flicker of desire came to me. I overcame my fears and chose to flap my trembling wings in a desperate need of help. I felt freedom and celebrated in triumph. Looking back at my branch, I learnt that my instincts were stronger than my fear, and the sky was exactly where I was meant to be.
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. In this activity we collaborated ideas to make a good narrative that is interesting and is captavating to people that are interested in Owl stories .
I enjoyed using the Gem because it helped me understand more of our activity and mape us think more thoroughly about the story and how it might look when in first person ( when a story is told by a character inside it, using pronouns like “I,” “me,” “my,” and “we” )
