First Place: Young Writers’ Competition
Endangered Birds
By Roman Furer – Age 12 – Ashley Rakahuri School
I strutted along the warm rocky surface, searching for mayflies. The sun poured over the small stream ahead of me. I let out a loud “SCREECH” as a rumble of something struck me from behind. I flew upwards towards the sky, my wings flapped against the breeze. I glanced down and saw a motor bike driving along the Ashley Rakahuri Estuary, splashing through the braided streams, all connecting to the main river flowing out to sea. The motorbike sped away to the other side of the estuary. I slowly lowered myself down towards the rocky terrain, but to my horror I could hear the loud screams of another black fronted tern in trouble. I darted through the air and landed with a thud. The poor bird had a clear shiny thing stuck on its head. Instantly I recognized what it was – PLASTIC! To my horror the bird lay lifeless on the rocky surface. I was too late. So many birds and other animals have died from plastic and other litter. I turned around and flew towards my home on the west side of the estuary.
My partner will be silently incubating our three little eggs.
I plummeted down and landed silently next to her. “Did you have fun exploring?” she asked, giving me a smile.
“No – another tragedy.” Tears swelled in my eyes.
The sky grew darker as the sun set beyond the horizon. My partner moved off our nest made amongst the stones. Three little grey eggs were placed neatly in the middle. All of them were roughly the same size. I looked up. The stars and majestic half moon lit up the obsidian black sky. All of a sudden, I heard a loud screech of a ferret as it lunged towards the eggs out of the darkness. Then a deafening “PEK” of a gun shooting in the distance. The ferret – in mid air – fell to the ground lifelessly. I let out a long slow sigh of relief. Our eggs were somehow safe. But for how long?
How long will we survive?
How am I going to protect my Whanau?
I wish someone could help us!


