You can't see me; I'm hiding.

I went to Boundary Bay on Monday to see the Snowy owls.  They were there in force.  The green marsh grass was punctuated at regular intervals with silver-grey driftwood logs adorned with brilliant white owls. I spent time looking, and not much time photographing, as we couldn't get very close for fear of disturbing them. 

A heron, on the other hand obligingly stood quite close to the golf-course fence.

We can't call it posing, as he seemed to believe that he was hidden by the grass.