Bannside Library, 135-139 Upper Newtownards Road, Belfast
The Little Lambs’ Pen
To compliment our Shepherding scheme we have now added to our site a Little Lambs Pen.
In it you will find something new each month for the little lambs in your life!
To view our activity sheets from the F Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
To view our activity sheets from the E Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
To view our activity sheets from the D Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
To view our activity sheets from the C Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
To view our activity sheets from the B Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
To view our activity sheets from the A Section of “My Power Words” book please click here.
July & August 2016
No little lambs in July & August.
“Happy Holidays – see you in September”.
In Belfast in the 1930’s a man called Rev R W MeGaw was the Minister in a church in Newtowbreada. He loved the children of his congregation and every Sunday morning he told a special story to them before he preached to the adults.
His stories were later published in a book entitled “Nature’s Speech” which we have in our Library. He was also a member of the Royal Irish Academy.
Here is one of his stories for you to enjoy.
The Wren & the Snail
Mother wren was in a great state of excitement, flying back and forward in front of her nest, chattering and scolding, until we knew there must be something dreadful happening.
You see, she had built her nest in ivy on the garden wall, and her babies were only a few days old.
We thought at first that pussy must be hiding under the current bushes. Birds hate cats at all times, but especially at nesting time.
Jack, my son, ran out to see where Rosie, our cat, was, but he need not have done so or she was curled up asleep on her favourite chair.
To find out what really was going on and why Mother Wren was in such a fluster, I went over to have a good look at her nest.
What do you think I found?
A great, big, black snail had crawled up the wall and was poking his ugly horns and nose right into Mother Wren’s hall door. And so that was what all the fuss was about. Jack laughed and said: “What a row for nothing!”
But then, a wren is only three and a half inches in length, and the snail was quite three inches when he stretched himself. So you see there was only half an inch difference between them. That snail, so near her little ones, must have seemed a great, black, horrid monster to Mother Wren. Enough to give her “the creeps!”
Jack took a little stick and gently pushed Mr Snail off the nest, and off he went into the grass and disappeared.
So all was right again, and the wren babies no doubt enjoyed their supper all the more because it was served a little late.
It is a fine thing to do a kindness – even to a wren. All of us have our troubles. Some may seem small to bigger folk, but they are real troubles to us. A helping hand is what we need.
If you are a big boy or a big girl and your little brother or sister is scared by something that doesn’t scare you, don’t laugh at them, but help them.
When Peter was frightened in the boat because of the storm, Jesus didn’t laugh at him. You see He was Peter’s great Elder Brother; so He stilled the waves, and then Peter’s fears melted away.
This month we have a free story for our little lambs about St. Valentine. Click here to download and view Let’s go back in Time To St. Valentine written by Rhonda Paisley.