Magnificent Trees

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Full width of the Tule Tree (Image credit: Gengiskanhg, Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

Aspen grove (Image credit: scottks1 )

 

Spooky and Majestic Birds

Hello,

Here’s another bit of my nature watching stuff.

And then came the day, when I met wise ol’ Mr. Owl in my cycle shed. He sat there sternly like a teacher with his disobedient students. He seemed to be sleepy all the time for he never opened his eyes wide or round. Mr. Owl was tall and bright with his eyes peering out to see the lighted world. He was in my shed from morning to evening and of course the shed was stinking when he flew away.

Bird watching

Hello readers

Here is the next bit of my previous post…

In our compound there are three big mango trees, many coconut trees and other different plants. Our neighboring compounds too are full of plants and trees. As a result, many varieties of birds come all around us. I have seen pigeons, sparrows, cuckoos, mynahs, white cranes, humming birds, kingfisher and other unknown (to me) kinds of birds. Even migratory birds come here.

Nature watching

Hello friends,
Here is something I do on boring evenings. Something to pep it up.

As I’ve told you before, I have always loved nature watching. We have a tiny lawn where I run about to catch tiny dragon flies and butterflies. Even though I have caught two or three of these I’ve got to admit that it is very hard catching them. They are very swift and never sit still when I get close to them. Once I caught a grass hopper – a tiny green soft little thing. It tickled my palm by jumping all over trying to get out of my fist. I held my fist very loose as I didn’t want to hurt it.

The Mystery of Mysteries

Hello friends,

I am back again. As I told you earlier I was busy reading Mystery books; Mystery of the Invisible thief, Mystery of the Vanished prince, Mystery of the Pantomime cat, Mystery of the Spiteful letters and Mystery of the Hidden house. Do you want to read a mystery written by li’l ol’ me? Well here you go!

The Mystery of the Invisible Honey Thief

 

Did you catch him?” shouted the king at his soldier. The soldier replied, “Sire, the thief is too cunning to catch. We’ll need a lot of people to catch him and a clever idea to fool him.” Hearing this, the king got worried. Even the cleverest men in his court had failed.

Ah! At last…

My exams are over today, and school has closed for fifteen days. It reopens on second April and I would be in sixth standard.

As I have told you earlier, after reading Ruskin Bond’s Children’s Omnibus, I joined Rusty in “Rusty’s Adventures” (another book by Ruskin Bond). Then I made friends with ‘Swami and friends’ in “Malgudi Schooldays” (R. K. Narayan). Poor Swami, always getting beaten by the teacher.

Yesterday, I started on the “Mystery of the Disappearing Cat” and today, I finished it. It was really an exciting book and I was surprised to find who the “Cat Thief” really was. Today, I am reading “The mystery of the Secret Room”, also by Enid Blyton. And I am very curious to know more about the secret of the room. As I am busy reading, I don’t have much time for writing. I can hardly keep all these exciting books down.

Bye for a few days (just 2 or 3),

Rupashri

My 5th Poem…

Hello,

Here is another poem. Hope you will enjoy it.

Mr. Loot n’ Boot

Once there was a man

Who was a looter

Along with his partner

He shared his booties

 

An Argument

 An Argument

I am the ink pen
The wise old pen
Blue or black the ink in me
Is waiting to come out in glee!

My name is gel
Filled with smart gel
Hey! You old ink
You aren’t right, come out and flee!

A Visitor at Night

Hi,

The following story was born out of a phrase “there was a knock at the door…”. Hope you like it.

A Visitor at Night

It was a hot night and the lights were off. I got out of bed and went downstairs towards the living room. Everything was silent except for the rocking chair. My grandfather usually sits rocking on his rocking chair.

Slowly, I groped in the dark making my way to the kitchen. Drinking some cool water from the fridge, I turned to see a dark shadow at the door. As I moved, something hit me on my head. And there was nothing but darkness and silence. When I recovered, nobody was there. Maybe I had hit my head on the kitchen door.

Why should I care?

Hello everybody, Here is a poem you may like…

 

Why should I care?

 

It’s the crack of dawn

With cocks singing songs

The jumping hare

But why should I care?