Thirty-one years ago, on May 15, 1982, a Wilson’s Plover turned up at Park Point in Duluth and remained for a few days. This plover, smaller than a Killdeer but larger than a Semipalmated Plover, with an oversized black bill, is strictly a coastal species, found along the shores of the southern Atlantic and the Gulf Coast.
Over 95 percent of a Wilson’s Plover’s diet is fiddler crabs, so one wouldn’t expect to find the bird on the Great Lakes, and sure enough, this marked only the second time ever that the species had been reported in Minnesota. This was before the Internet and even a bit before telephone hotlines, so I didn’t hear about the bird until two days after Larry Weber first found it, when my friend Tim Lamey got the word out and I hightailed it over there. It wasn’t a lifer—I’d seen several Wilson’s Plovers along the Texas coast a couple of years before—but I was hell-bent on bringing my Minnesota list up to 300, and am inordinately fond of plovers anyway. If I recall correctly, this bird had an injured leg, so I was worried about it on two counts, but was nevertheless thrilled to have seen it.
That was the last Wilson’s Plover to be seen in Minnesota for over 31 years, until May 27, 2013, when Karl Bardon found one on the Park Point beach just beyond the airport hangers. The bird remained for at least several hours, giving a lot of us enough time to get over there and see it. It probably felt rather lost and bewildered on the shores of a freshwater lake with no crabs to be found anywhere. But the flock of Sanderlings and Ruddy Turnstones it was hanging out with probably made it feel a little less like a stranger in a strange land.
Wilson’s Plovers are one of many declining shorebirds ranked as species of high concern in the United States Shorebird Conservation Plan of 2001. Laying their camouflaged eggs in little scrapes on sandy beaches as do Snowy and Piping Plovers, Wilson’s Plover is vulnerable to even moderate human activity during the nesting season. As the human population grows and we get more and more crowded, a handful of people seem to be acting out their resentment of any restrictions whatsoever on their beach activities. Indeed, when I was out on Park Point, I asked three different dog walkers if they wouldn’t mind heading the other direction to avoid scaring off this very rare bird so it could rest ahead of an arduous journey back to the coast, and also so that the many birders arriving on Park Point would be able to see it before it moved on. Two of them very nicely said it was no problem, but the third gave me an annoyed look and said he’d maybe keep his dog on the leash but wasn’t going to change his route to accommodate a bird or a bunch of birdwatchers. Most people conscientiously do their best when alerted to this kind of exceptional situation, but it only takes one thoughtless step to crush a ground nest and destroy a pair of birds’ only chance of reproducing for an entire season, and it only takes one beach-running dog to deplete the energy of an exhausted bird lost on migration. I’m tired of people saying birds can fly off to other places, because the simple truth is all those other places are equally under siege by people.
There are so few inland records of Wilson’s Plovers that we have absolutely no way of knowing whether it’s possible for the bird to make it back to its Atlantic coastal range. All we can do is hope. One bird doesn’t make much difference at the population level, but its individual life is irreplaceable. I hope this one Wilson’s Plover finds its way home to a feast of fiddler crabs, bringing lots of stories to share with its less adventuresome fellows.