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My friend Buzza with his broken wings

When Daddy was tidying the annexe he saw a bee. He decided to catch it and put it outside. I got my fishing net to catch him.

When I captured him, I realised he could not fly; he could only crawl.

I saw that bits had been torn from his wings and one of his back wings was missing.

I took him down to my Wendy house to take care of him because I knew that if he could only crawl he might die. I called him Buzza

I put some thyme for him to eat and a bit later on, I makde him a bed from wood and some grass in it for him to sleep in. Later in that day I rescued another bee from my swimming pool; I think it was a worker bee.

The worker bee stayed with me for an hour before drying out and flying off.

The next day I checked on Buzza and he was looking better. The day I found him he couldn’t crawl up the sides of his box, but by the second day he could. I felt pleased that he was recovering.

I saw him feed from the thyme plant; he seemed to really enjoy it. He crawled onto a stick at the end of the plant. Then his body slipped and he was left hanging on by one leg.  I was going to get my rubber gloves to help him, but I was laughing so hard I couldn’t get them in time and he fell off. I don’t think he hurt himself because he crawled to the thyme plant again for more food.

I put down some water; very shallow so that he couldn’t drown, and he crawled into it for a drink.

By the third day he was still revovering well. That afternoon I went out to playrangers and Brownies; When I came home, the first thing I did was go and check on Buzza.

What I saw when I first got into the wendy house was Buzza lying dead on his side. I felt really upset and was crying when I told Mummy what had happened.

That evening I decided to bury him. I got an old trowel, a tiny towel about the size of two fingers and a small piece of wood. I dug a hole and called Mummy and Daddy to watch Buzza be buried. I wrapped him up in the towel and put him inside the hole. When I covered him up I told Mummy and Daddy to send good wishes to him.

We all said our good wishes and I put the earth back in and put grass back on top. Afterwards I made a wooden grave to remember him. It said

• ‘Buzza; died on Wednesday. Do not disturb’
  and I drew some hearts on it.

The rain has not yet washed away what I wrote and I hope it never will.

I loved taking care of Buzza. He was friendly towards me and he understood every single thing I showed him. When I made his den I showed him it and he went inside straight away and buried himself in the grass. And when I showed him the water, he crawled straight over and had a drink. That’s what I liked so much about Buzza.

Everything that dies, because I don’t believe in God, turns into a bundle of joy which looks like lots of sparks. A white dove collects the sparks and the animal turns into a new animal in fairyland. Children turn into fairies and animals turn into small fairy animals.

Coming back from our pond dip to have a picnic

I’ve been on two pond dipping adventures with the Newent Wildlife Watch group.

We followed the Peacock brook from one side of Newent to the other on one meeting and up towards May Hill on another.

Each time we found lots of things to look at and we took it in turns to pond dip for mini beasts.

This week i caught a frog in my net; it was bright orange!

We also saw lots of other things such as:

dragonfly
Comma butterfly
dead vole
badger tracks
ladybirds

small fish
Caddisfly larvae
Fresh water shrimp
Two round holes made by a woodpecker
a fungus growing out of a tree

What I enjoyed most about the pond dipping was seeing all the butterflies and ladybirds in the sweetcorn.

The Missing Man by Enid Blyton

Mummy heard about a book sharing Monday over on the Serendipity blog and we decided to take part. This week I want to share “The mystery of the missing man” by Enid Blyton.

Enid Blyton is my favourite author. I have read many books by her. This book of the missing man is about Pip, Larry, Daisy, Fatty and Bets. Fatty’s real name is Frederick.

Fatty is fed up because he has to look after a girl called Eunice while he father goes to a conference of beetle lovers called Coleopterists.

Eunice bosses Fatty around all the time and he can hardly get a word in edgeways because she talks all the time.

Fatty is looking for a missing man and he thinks the Fangios have something to do with the missing man. He finds out that an old woman with wrinkles is actually the man in disguise. He spies around the Fangios caravan.

The best part is when Fatty hides underneath the caravan but gets caught.

The reason I want to share this book is because I’ve always been keen on mysteries and adventures. When I read it I feel happy because I’ve always loved reading books and hearing stories.