THE BALDPATE DUCK.
“There seem to be as many Ducks as there are Owls,” remarks Bobbie. “This fellow is called Baldpate, but he’s not bare on top of his head like Gran’pa, at all.”
“No, his head is feathered as well as any Duck’s head,” replies mamma. “I remember hearing him called the Widgeon, I think.”
“Yes, that’s what it says here, the American Widgeon, a game bird, you know, mamma.”
“Yes, its flesh is very delicious, almost as good as the Canvas-back.”
“Oh, but these Baldpates are cunning fellows,” exclaims Bobbie, continuing his reading, “It says they are fond of a certain grass plant which grows deep in both salt and fresh water, but they don’t dive for it as the Canvas-back and other deep water Ducks do.”
“Well?” says mamma, as Bobbie stops, his lips moving, but uttering no sound.