Johnny Crow’s Garden

Following the March theme of National Read Aloud month, I am sharing another lovely story about Johnny Crow by L. Leslie Brooke. This one is titled Johnny Crow’s Garden. It is read aloud by someone, but I am not certain whom. I got the files from the Project Gutenberg e-book series. I hope you enjoy it. =) Click the following title (Johnny Crow’s Garden) to listen:

Johnny Crow’s Garden

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JOHNNY CROW’S GARDEN

A PICTURE BOOK

DRAWN BY

L. LESLIE BROOKE

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First Edition, 1903

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JOHNNY CROW’S GARDEN.

 

Johnny Crow Would dig and sow
Johnny Crow
Would dig and sow

 

Till he made a little Garden.
Till he made a little Garden.

 

And the Lion
And the Lion

 

Had a green and yellow Tie on
Had a green and yellow Tie on

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Rat Wore a Feather in his Hat
And the Rat
Wore a Feather in his Hat

 

But the Bear Had nothing to wear
But the Bear
Had nothing to wear

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

So the Ape
So the Ape

 

Took his Measure with a Tape
Took his Measure with a Tape

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

Then the Crane
Then the Crane

 

Was caught in the Rain
Was caught in the Rain

 

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Beaver Was afraid he had a Fever
And the Beaver
Was afraid he had a Fever

 

But the Goat Said:
But the Goat
Said:

 

"It's nothing but his Throat!"
“It’s nothing but his Throat!”

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Pig Danced a Jig
And the Pig
Danced a Jig

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

Then the Stork Gave a Philosophic Talk
Then the Stork
Gave a Philosophic Talk

 

Till the Hippopotami Said: "Ask no further 'What am I?'"
Till the Hippopotami
Said: “Ask no further ‘What am I?'”

 

While the Elephant Said something quite irrelevant
While the Elephant
Said something quite irrelevant

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Goose-- Well,
And the Goose–
Well,

 

the Goose was a Goose
the Goose was a Goose

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Mouse
And the Mouse

 

Built himself a little House
Built himself a little House

 

Where the Cat
Where the Cat

 

Sat down beside the Mat
Sat down beside the Mat

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Whale
And the Whale

 

Told a very long Tale
Told a very long Tale

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

And the Owl Was a funny old Fowl
And the Owl
Was a funny old Fowl

 

And the Fox
And the Fox

 

Put them all in the Stocks
Put them all in the Stocks

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

But Johnny Crow He let them go
But Johnny Crow
He let them go

 

And they all sat down to their dinner in a row
And they all sat down
to their dinner in a row

 

In Johnny Crow's Garden.
In Johnny Crow’s Garden.

 

“GOOD-BYE!”

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Plant Your Feathers By Cyndie Morrell (McAuliff)

Today, I have the pleasure of sharing with you a story written by one of our readers, Cyndie Morrell. Now, it’s all hers…

Dedicated to my mom, Faith Booth, who encouraged rather than ridiculed me when I started planting feathers in the pot full of dying foliage that graced the lobby of her apartment building.

Plant Your Feathers

By Cyndie Morrell (McAuliff)

As we walked up the hill toward home, the sound of the crows calling fell down around my ears from the treetops. I was oblivious to the sound of Zeeks voice. The bold, black birds had me mesmerized. Night was descending upon us. The wind whipped leaves around our feet. I heard them chant again; “You’re CAWWWGHT CAWWWGHT”. I knew as they mocked me that they spoke only the truth. I was caught. Caught listening again to this man who loved the sound of his own voice, who knew all the answers.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the sky. Two of the birds clashed above our heads. They beat their wings at each other. Their frantic screaming pierced the oncoming night. They pecked and prodded at each other with beaks and feet. As they pulled apart, I saw one rip at the other with its talons, pulling feathers from its wing. They fluttered to earth, those one, two three, four, five, six, seven blue-black crow feathers. I scurried to gather them before they got lost in the leaves or carried away by the wind.

A Crow Story by Leigh Hilbert

, originally uploaded by SparkyLeigh.

One sunny day in the small fishing village of Tofino, my then home on the outer west coast of Canada, I was in the mood to visit friends. I chose Jasper and Cristina on Neill Street. Jasper was out but Cristina put on some tea and we sat chatting in her living room. I was sitting on a couch with my back to the front windows. As Christina was talking I was gazing absently across the room and out the home’s back windows, towards the forested yard beyond. At some point I began to notice not the backyard but the reflection in the back window of the front yard behind me.

And in that reflection was a crow on a wire.

Now that’s not too unusual, except the crow was upside down. So while I continued to stare at this upside down image of a crow I was thinking it must be a trick of reflection between the two opposite windows creating a reversed image. Cristina was still talking but by then I was less than half listening, being pre-occupied by this mind twister. So to confirm my optical illusion theory I turned around to look out the front window at the crow on the wire. The crow was still upside down! –And motionless. I quickly came to the conclusion it was electrocuted and dead. The wire it was on ran across the front yard from the street’s power pole to the house, only twenty feet away, so quite easy to see.

I said to Cristina, “Hey, come and look at this.”

As she looked out, the still upside down crow, hanging by its talons, began swinging back and forth making progressively larger arcs.

After a short while, this apparently very alive crow let go of one talon and continued swinging from the other– back and forth! It then reached up with the free talon, grabbed on and let the other one go. It continued swinging upside down, only now it was also twisting from side to side!

Cristina and I looked at each other dumbfounded and then back to the coxcomb crow, which was now “walking” upside down along the wire! Suddenly the crow held on to the wire with both talons again, hung motionless for a short time, then let go, falling head first toward the ground—wings tucked tight to its sides. Just before it hit the ground it opened its wings and flew straight up to the adjacent wire nearer the porch.

Landing upright, like a normal crow, it stood still for a few seconds then fell over forward, talons loosely gripping the wire, instantly going into its reversed swinging like a gymnast on the high-bar!

Another crow was also on this wire with its head cocked, watching. Meanwhile, the performing crow carried on doing the single-talon trick. Then, before our incredulous eyes, it bent up from its upside down position, bit the wire with its beak and let go of its talons. Now, hanging by only its beak, the crow twisted back and forth! I was in awe.

Its final act was hanging head-to-earth by both talons and rotating in place, walking in circles, and one last time it hung motionless then fell towards the ground, opening its wings at just the very last split-second, and flying off.

Now for the second part of the story:

I had of course related this experience to a number of friends, but not to my girlfriend Bonnie. She had been out of town tree-planting and visiting her family in the distant province of Alberta. When she returned I began re-enacting the whole story to her, pretending I was the crow to demonstrate its wild antics (not easy to do!). While I was doing this she got this blank expression on her face and interrupted me to ask if this had happened a couple of days before the last full moon.

As it turned out, precisely on the day Cristina and I watched the crow, Bonnie had walked into a farm field near her folk’s home in Alberta and laid down grass while thinking of her friends in Tofino and me.

Bonnie practiced Wicca, a form of good magic, using it for healing and prayer, so her powers for evoking were unusually polished. So while lying on the field she decided to try and send me a telepathically projected event. She wanted something funny that I would notice. She said she first thought of a crow stealing my cinnamon bun while I had my daily munch outside our local bakeshop – but decided that wasn’t good enough (and far too common!). So she sent out from herself a message to the crows — for them to come up with a funny event — and released these thoughts toward me in Tofino, many hundreds of miles away.

Wow! After hearing her story I was the one with a baffled, blank expression! Things like this open my perception of reality. Its nice to know that magic is alive in this world, if only we open to allowing ourselves to be with it.

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