This fine-feathered Green Heron, Butorides virescens, was creeping in the bog, no doubt angling for some fish for lunch.
He flew off after spotting me (I attempted unobtrusiveness, but obviously failed!). The heron returned to the pond shortly afterward–the allure of a fish meal greater than wariness of the gardener.
Smacking his beak in pleasure, the pond is now short a few gambusia (mosquito fish).
Everyone has to eat!