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H, mother,’ said a little boy, who, as a great treat,
had been taken out shopping, ‘what are those
pretty white birds hanging up there? Are they owls?’
As he spoke he pointed to a row of ptarmigan ina
poulterer’s shop.

‘No, my dear,’ said his mother; ‘I do not think

THE PTARMIGAN.

they are owls, although at a distance they are rather
like them. Owls, you know, have particularly large

_heads, while these birds have particularly small

ones. But asl am going into the shop to pay a bill,
I will ask the poulterer to take one down for us
to see.