19th September - Keyhaven - Lymington Reserve, Hampshire

Back home from Corfu, it was back to Hampshire birding.  There has been a Pectoral Sandpiper on Butts Lagoon at Keyhaven all week so I was keen to try and catch up.  However the morning was overcast and with a very strong south westerly wind blowing, but I was hopeful that with the cloud and rain overnight it would still be about.

I managed to park along the ditch at Oxey Marsh and then walked out across the marsh towards Pennington Lagoon.  A Kestrel was hunting in the field as I passed through the gate.

There were plenty of Horses in the fields but a check around the hooves did not find any Yellow Wagtails.  Three Curlew flew up from the field and flew over my head calling.

I walked up on to the sea wall and immediately felt the full force of the wind, but the skies were clearing with a bit of watery sunshine.  There were good numbers of Meadow Pipits moving through and out over the water calling.  On the path were good numbers of Linnet and Goldfinches on the dead teasel seed heads

I headed towards the Jetty, the tide was falling and on the shingle just before the Jetty were a few waders.  Close in were Turnstone and three Dunlin.

Further out there were three Grey Plovers all in their winter plumage.

On reaching Butts I scanned for waders but couldn't find any at all.  It was good to see some water in the lagoon, on the last visit there a couple of weeks ago the lagoon was bone dry.

I walked on to Butts Bay where a Bar-tailed Godwit was flushed by a loose dog.  Not only did the godwit go but all the other waders and some from Butts which was frustrating.

Fishtail too had some water and with it waders.  I scanned through them in an effort to turn Dunlin into a Pectoral Sandpiper, but it didn't work, they were all Dunlin.

There were also three Ringed Plover, all immature birds with the light fringes on the feathers.

I walked as far as Keyhaven Lagoon, but it was devoid of birds.  Walking back past Fishtail there were Pied Wagtails onb the mud and the same waders, still Dunlin.

I walked all the way around to Moses Dock and didn't lift the camera. As I approached the dock a Curlew was in the water with about a dozen Redshank.  It slowly walked away from me.

There was a Greenshank on the other side.

And the Curlew had made its way to the sea weed on the rocks.

I walked on towards Normandy, eight acre pond was full of water once more with the sailing boats out.  As I reached the corner near to Normandy there was another Greenshank close to the sea wall.

A feather was dislodged as a result of the preening.

Feeding on the mud.

A little Egret was battling in the strong wind and as it turned its back to the wind its crest was blown up.

Normandy was the same as all the other locations, devoid of birds.  I walked around to the southern side and found a Redshank.  I decided to settle down to have an early lunch and as I munched a Greenshank came close to the fence.

It came out of the water and stood on the mud.

The Redshank flew off and called in alarm, the Greenshank straightened, but stayed in place, providing a nice pose along with the red glasswort.

Nothing else showed so I decided the wind was ruining the day so I made my way back to the car.  There were More Dunlin on Oxey Lake.

While on Salterns a couple of adult winter plumaged Black-tailed Godwits.

A Kingfisher called and then flew all around Salterns before disappearing out of sight.  That was the last bird action of the day.  I headed back to the car and drove home listening to the misery that is Tottenham Hotspur.

My last day out was here, two weeks ago and the two visits could not be s o different.  I believe the wind ruined the day today, but why couldn't there have been a Grey Phalarope sheltering from the wind?

4th September - Titchfield Haven, Hampshire

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.

An immature Marsh Harrier was hunting over the reeds to the side of the scrape.

Since the start of June Marsh Harriers have been absent so it was nice to see this one quartering and hovering over the reeds.

But alos attracted the attention of the Magpies.

There were five Common Snipe alongside the reeds on the left side of the hide and one then came and settled in the water between the small island in front of the hide and the reeds.

Black-tailed Godwits were also feeding around the small island.

An adult.

Some of the plumage smooth while others showed scalloped and buff fringes.  This is a juvenile and will soon moult to a more streaked grey plumage.

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.

Here showing the white rump as it jumped and flew to the shore.

The Snipe appeared in front of the hide once again.

Dropping in to the water in front of the reeds.

We could hear a Greenshank calling and slowly the calls became louder and louder until it came into view over the scrape.

It finally settled on one of the islands at the back of 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.

We watched this with some amusement as it was similar to the Cattle Egret and the tern a few days ago.  However we never expected what was to unroll in front of us.

The Heron put up with the tern for a good fifteen minutes, but then mover around the island, stabbed the ground and came up with this, a juvenile Common Tern.

The tern flapped for  a short while but then went still.  The heron walked away from the geese and the adult tern above it.

It then flew to the north scrape, carrying thetern, but then dropped, possibly unable to swallow it.  Then the immature Marsh Harrier flew in and picked up the tern and flew off with it being chased once again by the Magpie.

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.

Another lightning stab at the unfortunate tern.

And this time it wasn't letting go.

It was wanting to swallow the tern, and Heron's wold do this whole, so it would dip the tern, that now appeared dead into the water to wet the feathers and aid the swallow.  Here the Egyptian Goose appears to want to know what was going on.

It made several attempts to swallow but it looked as if the wings were just too much for it to swallow.

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.

The Greenshank was back and still very vocal, clearly upset about something.

Eventually it took to the air and flew at the hide calling as it went, out over the hide still calling.

Don't come to the haven expecting to see something special immediately, you have to be prepared to sit it out and wait and there is every chance there will be something to talk about even if like to day it was brutal to watch.