We have been working on a beaver study with another family. Caleb & Acacia have very excited about it. We read "Paddy the Beaver" by Thornton Burgess, got library books out and read facts about beavers, watched the beavers actually inside their dam on the BBC Planet Earth, and put together our first lap book-which is a thing you buy off the internet where you get a template for making a sort of 3-D report from a file folder (I got it from http://www.handsofachild.com/ and I was a bit leary at first but it was money well spent for the learning & enjoyment we got out of it) Our final beaver wrap-up was a visit to the famous & fabulous Neighbor Bill's place up in Ladysmith where we tromped around his amazing property and looked for signs of beavers. We could see their dam from far away but couldn't get close up-beavers are smart animals for keeping inquisitive children away! When I first told Caleb of our plans for the field trip, he said "That's what I would love to do! I never even thought of that, but I bet if I did, that would be one of my best wishes!"
The day of the expedition was HOT, but we had a marvous adventure! After a large picnic lunch under a shady tree, we tromped all around, and I'm sure people miles away could hear the excited screams of "EVIDENCE!!! I FOUND EVIDENCE!" Thank you so much, Bill & Bianca, for allowing us to come and have something to remember in the category of "There was some really great stuff we got to do even though Mom never let us go to REAL school!" Here's a poem Caleb wrote just off the top of his head-I just typed as fast as I could and didn't change anything or add anything:
The Beaver
By Caleb Scott
At the age of 7
Where you see them fall there you can find him
Where he is going you will find paw prints
He has thick fur and has a tail
But when he hacks down his trees
He’d rather use his teeth!
He builds and builds and builds
Mostly at night
So when I went looking for him
I found evidence
From the Beaver
Who came around at night
wherever we went
Marty, oh Marty
With his vision
Thinks he saw him
With those webbed feet,
He went a-swim
With a tail for a warning
Then when danger comes again,
He slaps it down again!
The End
By Caleb Scott
At the age of 7
Where you see them fall there you can find him
Where he is going you will find paw prints
He has thick fur and has a tail
But when he hacks down his trees
He’d rather use his teeth!
He builds and builds and builds
Mostly at night
So when I went looking for him
I found evidence
From the Beaver
Who came around at night
wherever we went
Marty, oh Marty
With his vision
Thinks he saw him
With those webbed feet,
He went a-swim
With a tail for a warning
Then when danger comes again,
He slaps it down again!
The End
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