Pete Moxon and Eric Secker showed up a bit later as I scanned the lake from the side of the fishing pier. They asked me if I had seen the BLKI in which I replied, "about an hour ago in the harbor". They pointed me to it as it stood close by on the wall at the base of the pier. I walked over and began to photograph this pelagic seagull from less than 10 feet away. I was glad to see it outside of the harbor but in the back of my mind, I wondered why it was allowing such close approach. It gave great looks before getting up and flying along the south side of the fishing pier where it made half-hearted attempts at picking food from the surface of the water. Shortly after it alighted onto the pier again and we all watched it for a few more minutes. Pete and Eric carried on (I later found out that the two were trying for a March Big Day record) and I, again, was left alone with a feeling of deprivation.
I stood on the pier and rubbed my strained eyes that were begging for a break after an entire day of looking through my scope. Suddenly, the Black-legged Kittiwake flew right before me and abruptly stopped, hovering over the lake similar to how sterna terns do before they dive for their prey. The kittiwake dove, but again, half-heartedly. It tried a few more times and finally came up with a tiny fish about the size of a french-fry. It downed the fish in flight and then sat back down on the pier.
|1st cycle BLKI. Montrose Beach. Chicago, IL; 31 MAR 2011.|
Shortly after, birder Larry Krutulis showed up. He approached with caution in fear of flushing the gull. I told him there was nothing to worry about and that it wasn't going anywhere. We stood there for about 30 minutes debating whether or not what we were experiencing was abnormal. The bird's tameness became disturbing. Outwardly, we didn't note any physical injuries and so we figured it was ill. I made a few phone calls and so did Larry. Larry and I questioned each other for a few more minutes and I told him that about an hour ago I felt 80/20, but now 50/50. Coincidentally, Larry happened to be a volunteer with Chicago Bird Collision Monitors. I flushed the bird one more time so that Larry can get a look at it in flight. Now, the bird was having trouble taking off; it's wingbeats were stiff and lazy, and when it landed, we noticed a loss of balance that fledglings show when learning how to land. I was now 100% sure that this bird was deteriorating and that it needed help. Larry made one last phone call and felt that it was best that he rescue the bird.
We walked up to the pier and slowly retrieved the bird. Here's a video of the rescue:
I drove Larry to his residence as he cradled the veiled kittiwake in his lap on my front passenger seat. It released a soft whimper every now and then and something about that sound has left a different impression with me regarding wild gulls. The Black-legged Kittiwake was picked up that evening from Larry's home by another volunteer from the Willowbrook Wildlife Rehab Center. I didn't really have high hopes for the kittiwake, but I was told that if it did recover, then it would be released back at Montrose. I checked back with Larry the next morning and he responded with the worse news one would want to hear: it didn't make it through the night.
During this past week, I've thought carefully about how the evening unfolded. I can't say there's much I would have done differently, although I've come to the realization that even though the Ross's Gull is a much rarer bird, the kittiwake was equally deserving. Perhaps there is no such thing as a "better" bird? Maybe.