Audubon Oil Spill Response Team Update: Awaiting Tropical Storm Bonnie
It is going to get worse before it gets better.
As Tropical Storm Bonnie approaches, and fledgling pelicans and wading birds move out from the inner parts of colonies onto the oiled habitats at island edges in preparation of fledging, I am filled with dread.
Bonnie is not shaping up, so far, to be a major hurricane, but she will bring in a storm surge, and that surge may bring in more oil. In her path are birds with thousands of young growing, wading, swimming, exercising their tender wings, and moving at their natural pace toward independence and the relative safety of flight.
This could be the perfect storm or not much of a storm at all. There is oil in the water. This we know. But where it lurks beneath the surface, how much there is, and how much will be brought to land by Bonnie we cannot say. We know there are many chicks and fledgling birds on the islands, but how many may be able to get up into taller shrubs and nests, out of the way of storm surge remains uncertain. Bonnie is coming, fast, straight at
Of course, every year, nests fail and chicks and fledglings die on these islands, far away, usually, from the eyes, the cameras, and the compassion of humans. These dramas play out without pity, without mercy, in the baking sun or lashing rain, out of sight and out of mind. Some years, every nest fails and every offspring is lost, at least for some species, when islands are directly in the path of a major hurricane like Katrina.
Life is hard on these islands, the risk is great, but in good years, when the Gulf is calm and the islands are mostly free of predators and oil, the reward is also great. These birds are adapted to the cycles – the tremendous losses, the bountiful successes. This is how they have persisted for thousands of years, and it is how, with some help from humans, Brown Pelicans came back from extinction. They returned slowly at first, after significant human intervention. Then the comeback hastened as they began to recognize
The natural threat of hurricanes to the resurgent population is multiplied by the presence of oil. The toll may be great, and our grief and rage are justified. This should not have happened.
The body count had grown in advance of the storm, and it will escalate rapidly over the next few weeks regardless of Bonnie’s impact. As young birds are either oiled in this storm, or fledge, rescue teams will be able to go onto these colonies for the first time since early May without fear of causing more harm than good. They will find dead birds, many, many dead birds, I fear. Because some adults that were lightly or moderately oiled but tried to care for their young may have perished in the islands’ interiors. Chicks stained with oil from their parents’ bellies may have died of dehydration and overheating. Fledglings that could still evade capture may have wandered into the center of colonies and perished. Some chicks, yes, were orphaned when their parents died or were rescued.
This has all been known, by advocates, rescuers, and the public. But we have not been faced with many of the pictures and the reality, yet. We have not been faced with a body count in the high thousands. We have lived with dread and fear, but not with fact. It will get worse, before it gets better. Steel yourselves. The body count, the news, the photos. Our grief and rage, they will get worse.