As the photo on the left (from a few years ago) and the photo on the right (from a few weeks ago) both show, the black-crowned night heron likes to skulk in the shrubbery, making portraits difficult.
Combined with their tendency to sit still for hours on end, this seems a lot like thumbing their nose at their photographic responsibilities. It’s all the more exciting, then, when one actually emerges from the weeds, so to speak, and Does Something. In the Spring, I guess a young night heron’s fancy turns to sticks. But I’m guessing, too, that the nest under construction is even deeper in the shrubbery.