A lava heron, hunting.
“Hey! I hunt, too, and I have an astonishing red bill.”
“How ’bout with a foot up; does this look active and exciting?”
“Got it? Hurry up! I am holding still! Of course the fish is moving; it’s alive, you know. They’re better this way.”
“I’d like to see you catch dinner with a neon sign for a bill that announces your presence to your prey, Mr. Camouflage.”