Showing posts with label Natural History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natural History. Show all posts

Friday, 30 May 2014

The Rainforest, with links

A while back I was trying to tie in dd's desire to do more science, with ds2's ongoing geography learning. I came up with rainforest (and soils - see previous post) as suitable topics that I could engage them both in. Dd has more of an interest in animals than anything else. Below is her rainforest layers poster: 



The rainforest layers printable (top left of the top picture) was the nicest and simplest one I could find. It can be seen here.

I printed out Rainforest food chain items which we laminated and velcro'd onto our felt board. I think I got more satisfaction from laminating than the kids did from the 5 minutes they spent arranging the food web, but that's kinda how it goes sometimes :)


[For info: This is the link to the food chain printable, which I found via this resource here. The latter has other Rainforest printables, worksheets etc. that might be of use if you happen to be doing Rainforesty things.]



In addition to all the rainforest stuff, ds2 did a mini-poster on The Nile and the Aswaan Dam, which was a spin off from the geography book he is using. He will be starting IGCSE geography in September, so I'm trying desperately to do the more projecty stuff now before we get to the hoop jumping.


Sunday, 23 January 2011

Thursday: Printing adventures, bugs, rocks and kerb crawling.

Thursday.
We all of us head for the University Press printing museum:


Ds1 tries to beat the speed of the camera shutter - Ha! Caught you!

The original printy thingy plate from the mouse's tale/tail in Alice in Wonderland


And then, the boys head for a printing workshop:


And with a little frustration, produce some fabulous hand-printed sheets of paper.



Meanwhile, dd and I discover a whole new meaning to the term 'kerb crawling'
There's a lot of kerb in our city. And it takes a long long long long time to crawl along it all.


Occasionally there are glimpses that she has inherited her mother's madness:


What big feet you have...(if you're a dinosaur)



Bugs, bugs, glorious bugs



That's me and the three kids. I'm the big flat one with bingo wings.



Then on to the rocks (oh joy!).



Dd takes 20 blurry photos of rocks while I go walkabout, take photos of unsuspecting tourists and wonder if I had a pocket of spit-dried-paper balls whether I could actually hit them. Ahem. And then I grow up again.



We rediscover the museum microscope

Elementary my dear Watson: dirty thumbnail, sign of a filthy child and a mother who doesn't give a toss.


Ouch! Attack of the killer stuffed animals. So that's why they say 'Please Touch': it's so gallery assistants can have a laugh watching small children being eaten by taxidermied wildlife.


Just time for a quick visit to the scary next-door museum with the pointy jangly people who stare when you put a quid in the box. Not forgetting the shrunken heads and the ghoulish masks.


And the best bit of all: a chance to see what people have dropped down the grill holes in the floor of the museum...


'Ooh! A pencil! A hairclip!'
'Yeah yeah. Can we go home now?'

Saturday, 22 January 2011

It was Bertholt Brecht in the Bathroom with the Golf Balls on Wednesday

But first...let us start at the beginning.

A trip to the woods, via the water. Quite literally.


Nearly a 'You've Been Framed' qualifier:


Sawing wood for the fire


Cooking...

Marshmallows


Popcorn (in 2 sieves, wired together):
Home-made onion bhajis:

Baked potatoes (wrapped in thick foil trays):


Improvised fishing:
'I don't think you'll be much in the water in January.'
'I know. It doesn't matter. I just like to fish.'



Fungi...in all their variations:


The discovery of spores and their release (using pointy stick)
'Aren't some fungal spores toxic?'
'Hmm...shall we move on?'
A new path
Leading to a fab climbing tree:

And the golf balls? Well. It's amazing what you can find on a nature reserve:

Just one or two...bags full.
Later I share a gritty bath with some freshly-washed-with-nail-brush golf balls while I get to grips with Bertholt Brecht. Bless him.