Three Feathered Mites 
wouldn’t be very much left of it—only a 
little body not much heavier than a big 
beetle. 
Such an active, restless, fidgety little 
bird it is, never still for a single moment. 
It is a distant cousin of little Tommy 
Titmouse, and quite as clever as he is 
in hanging head-downwards, while its 
sharp eyes are busy looking for little 
insects hidden away in odd _ corners. 
But it hasn't Tommy’s bright yellow 
waistcoat and blue cap, and instead of 
his little short stumpy tail it has a very 
long one, longer than its whole body. 
And though it is such a small, feeble 
creature, it stops here with us all through 
the coldest winters, instead of leaving 
us and going to the warm and sunny 
South, as do all our little summer 
visitors. The bottle-tits, and the other 
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