These shots were much harder than they should have been.
The spot this heron picked to stand in was behind a line of brush, and hanging Spanish Moss. A breeze kept everything in motion. I would no sooner find an open ‘hole’, and then it disappeared.
I wanted at least one shot of him because his coloring was incredible. This is the picture perfect slate blue of a winter Little Blue Heron. Last light almost made him shimmer.
To be fair he gave me plenty of time to get a clear shot. He never moved, but you can see photos are from different directions. I did everything but climb down on the wet ground. I might have even done that except for the fire ants.