Early morning rain delayed me leaving for Titchfield this morning, so I met up with Ian a little later than planned at Cliff Road. It was though very overcast with reduced visibility out in the Solent. we walked around to the west side of the reserve. The tide was out but we couldn't find any Water Rails on the exposed mud.
Settling in the Meon Shore hide a Black-tailed Godwit flew from the top of the scrape past the window of the hide.
There were several godwits flying around the scrape, caught this one as it banked on the right side of the scrape.
Common Terns were still on the scrape, but nowhere near the numbers we saw on last Sunday. There were also several Common Tern carrying fish looking for an appropriate recipient.
There were two Common Sandpiper around, moving across the scrape and using the islands. But a surprise was a Green Sandpiper that turned up on the left hand side, at first bathing in the water then preening.
We could hear a Greenshank calling and slowly the calls became louder and louder until it came into view over the scrape.
A Grey Heron flew on to the island at the back of the scrape and immediately attracted the attention of an adult Common Tern. The tern was dive bombing and the immature Heron stabbing its bill towards the tern as it looped over the heron.
The Heron stayed on the mud and we thought that was that and attention returned to the island and water in front of the hide. Redshank were absent first thing, but as the tide started to rise there were several arriving on the scrape. At one time there were five in front of the hide and they were bathing and preening.
The immature Grey Heron then re-appeared and landed on another island and incredibly the same thing happened again, but probably even more horrific.
The heron had picked up this juvenile Common Tern, but the terns struggled and got free falling into the water, but the heron wasn't giving up.
Eventually it flew off with thetern once again to the north scrape, where it still continued to try and swallow the tern, but in the end gave up and left it on the mud. The Marsh Harrier returned once again and circled around above the tern, but opted not to take it this time. The grey Heron flew off with another heron.
The hide was silent while all this was going on. I think we were shocked by the brutality, but this is nature and the Heron's instincts were to feed, no matter what, but it picked on something that was not right, hopefully it learnt a lesson.
Oystercatchers were coming in to the scrape as the tide was rising, but they were also leaving and they would come low across the water before heading out over the hide.








































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