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The Bird lady of Verona retires
By Inie Platenius
A Verona institution is no more. After 30 years of caring for, researching and writing about injured birds, Kit Chubb is retiring, and the Avian Care and Research Foundation will cease to be. Kit and her late husband Robin created the foundation at their home on Road 38, and it immediately became the place to go with your injured loon or your baby robin. Kit used her nursing training and her keen analytical skills to mend bones, nurse wounds, and rear orphans, but her eye was always on the educational side of the operation. She was particularly drawn to study owls and raptors. From the beginning, she caused a stir in the (then) small world of avian care. As she notes in her writing, “Our approach to care was as much hands-off as possible”. “This “impose the least, release the soonest” caused us to break with many rehabilitation traditions. The concept also reduced the work, reduced the stress on both bird and worker, and greatly speeded the recovery and release rate.” Kit has taught hundreds of local people the importance of letting nature handle what nature can handle, and she is internationally known for her meticulous documentation and pioneering techniques. She X-rayed thousands of birds, created a database of thousands more, taught students through post mortems, photographed and sketched her patients, banded over 1500 birds and most importantly – watched and watched and watched her charges in the many aviaries that Robin built. The aviaries have been gone for some time. Severe respiratory illness, caused by her body’s reaction to a protein in the bird dander caused Kit to stop working directly with birds. “I should have stopped in 1988 when they told me [about it]” she says, “but I was having a wonderful time. I didn’t want to stop” After the hands-on work ended, Kit continued to use her extensive records to write and publish. She has written four books, including Beaks, Brains and Bones and The Avian Ark, and many articles on everything from using a scanner as a camera to the do’s and don’ts of nests, eggs and young birds. So, when you find a sick turkey vulture, don’t call Kit anymore. Call Sue Meech in Napanee 354-0624. But you can go to Kit’s website for some information: www.kitchubb.ca. There you’ll find many of her articles, as well as chapter postings of her latest work in progress – a book about great blue herons. Brava to Kit for her determination, her skill, and her contributions to the avian world and best wishes for a glorious retirement.
The following is an excerpt from Kit Chubb's last book, Loons, Ospreys and Grebes (available from her)
The hatchling has a pure white belly and a coat of fine black down for the first two weeks, and the five we have had weighed from 85g to 110g, similar to others in the wild. Only hours after hatching, they begin preening, and the parents soon move them from the nest to a shallow, protected nursery site.
After about two weeks, this black fuzziness is replaced with bigger brown fluff for another two weeks before the flight-feathers begin to push out.
Unfortunately, small chicks are sometimes naely taken from the wild. Four of ours came from people who found them near the nest, wrongly assuming them to be abandoned and “rescuing” them, in two cases even peeling away the eggshell, a shocking and irresponsible intrusion. No doubt they did
not know that loon chicks peep in the shell as early as four days before they hatch, and that those two eggs—loons only lay two eggs—hatch at different times, usually between 8 to 24 hours but as long as 52 hours apart and that the chick needs no help from parent or human to exit—and unless moribund,
will emerge when its time is right.
Of those peeled, one died soon while the other survived with us for a few days because the “peeler” adamantly refused to return it to its nest located on an island in a nudist colony, which rather wilted my desire to rush the chick back myself (what does one wear?) While I tried to find suitable wild fosters the hatchling deteriorated, for the shock of such a jagged, premature birth must have been severe and
our attempted care completely inadequate. If you are not a loon, you can’t do it.
Two other hatchlings were dying of injuries when we received them; one had been hit on the head by a boat (witnessed) the other bitten from below and was eviscerating, perhaps attacked by a non-parental adult loon, a turtle, or even a fish; in fish-processing plants, loon chick remains have been identified in the bellies of large northern pike. Statistics put the average family size at 1.5 chicks or less a
year—many die or are preyed on, and not even every healthy chick will survive. But that is no rationale for interfering when a chick is found. The urgency is that the chick, if healthy, is immediately returned to the site of origin; or to his parents, or even (occasionally) a foster family. See following story.
In eastern Ontario, summer 1997, a lockkeeper found a chick paddling beside the lock gate just as a large motorboat was to be let out. To prevent the chick from being sucked under the gate by the inflow, the lock-keeper scooped it up and passed it to the boaters, one of whom telephoned me.
As returning it promptly to the site where it had been found (nearly always the wisest thing to do) was thought too hazardous, I asked the caller to quickly return the chick to the parents, describing the best way I know, which is to approach the parents by boat and toss the chick at them. While tossing babies frisbee-
fashion is against human nature, loon chicks are so fluffy and buoyant that they plop down like a cork on the waves and are taken into the parental fold without comment.
So with the peeping chick on a lap, the friends motored out toward a loon family, one (the female) with a back-riding chick. When, at a respectful distance the engine was silenced, they were all surprised to see the other adult loon head straight for them until it was right beside the boat, within touching distance of an outstretched hand: this adult had responded to the call of the chick. The lady hurriedly set the chick in the water beside the boat, but it slid under the back platform, unseen by the adult. With difficulty she retrieved the chick, and this time took courage and tossed it a short distance into the view of the adult, who approached the chick, and together they turned their backs and paddled away to join the rest of the family.
All four were seen together on subsequent days.