"Is he sticking around?" The fishermen at the Breezee Lee are well aware of the Ivory Gull, and one guy I talked to about the bird was pretty excited. "He's a beautiful bird, flies fast, more like a hawk, you know? He flew within two feet of me yesterday."
I had time to chat, since I began this morning's gull vigil at 5:00 a.m., well over an hour before first light. Michael O'Brien was looking for the bird at 11:00 p.m. last night. Sounds crazy, but it stands to reason an Arctic bird adapted to almost 24 hours-a-day darkness at the edge of the pack ice might forage at night.
It didn't, apparently, at least not at the Breezee Lee, so the fisherman and I chatted and listened to the gently creaking docks, the wocks of night-herons, and finally the first squealing Herring Gulls and bellowing Great Black-backeds. The gull flew in from the east at 6:50 a.m.
After three hours waiting for, watching and photographing the bird, I was freezing and yet couldn't tear myself away. There's something about this bird, its dark eyes, grace, origin.
Cape May in general has a similar effect. I think it was Doug Gochfeld who remarked this morning (in the direction of Melissa Roach, who is done counting hawks and yet lingers) that Cape May is a black hole, with inescapable pull.
I understand from Derek Courtney that there were indeed 5 Harlequin Ducks at Poverty Beach on Monday, and another was at Avalon again today. The Coral/Cambridge Selasphorus hummingbird continues.
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