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//** Goals:**// Term 1
 * I would like to be able to write a good story and proofread it in less then an hour and a half, to improve this I will have to improve my typing.
 * I would like to be able to write in good paragaphs without bad grammer, to do this I will have to practice.

The Banded Kokopu

This is my report on the Banded Kokopu, the Banded Kokopu is native new zealand fish. The Banded kokopu is small fish and is in the white bait family. This report will include it’s eating habits, it’s life cycle, it’s habitat and more.

The Banded Kokopu have pale blue lines and seven fins, they usually grow to a length of two hundred to three hundred millimeters. The Banded Kokopu have large fleshy lips and are very territorial and don’t live in groups.

The Banded Kokopu is an omnivore they eat algae and hanging bush, the bush doesn’t have to be native as long as it provides shade. The Banded Kokopu mainly eats invertebrates such as mayflies and cased caddisflies. They also eat unlucky wetas that fall out of trees, small insects, spiders and koura (fresh water crayfish).

In a Autumn flood when the streams over flood and and flood the forest floor, the adult Banded Kokopu lays their eggs on the forest floor, soon after they hatch into larvae. Once the Autumn rain has stopped the larvae get flushed down the streams and into the sea. Then the larvae gradually grow into white bait and start to swim into the estuary, once the white bait are in the estuary they wait until they are fully grown adults until they can swim up stream to the pools of the rivers or streams.

The Banded Kokopu is a native fish so there for they live in New Zealand and the Chathman and Stuart Islands. The Banded Kokopu are not very fussy and don’t refuse to live in pine plantations and urban areas, the Banded Kokopu need shade as well as shelter through out the habitats.

The Banded Kokopu breathe by swallowing water and then they pump it over their gills. The gills take oxygen from the water before it is pumped out of their body. So if we don’t act now we will loose these great native New Zealand fish, and future generations will miss out on what we have seen and experienced.

By Jack Stevens

The roar of river, The whistle of the trees, Playing of children, Scraping their knees.

The elegant dance of a mayfly swimming, The slither of an eel slowly moving, The cicadas with their tremendous sound, Filling every where and all around.

The native forest filling the ranges, The devastation of forest harvesters, The soft voice of a bell bird singing, Sadly nature won’t stay like the beginning.

By Jack Stevens