Flummoxed

That is me. I have exhausted my meagre skills and persistence with on-line searches. The bird identification books are at the beach house. And I do not know what this chick is. It is quite large, and was sitting on its own in a nest floating on one of the smaller lakes at Western Springs.

It took more than a half dozen attempts to record it as clearly as this, as it was very busy preening and turning its back to me, and the like.

I would be grateful if someone can help me stop being flummoxed.