As I drove by Winter Pond in Winchester today I watched an immature Black-crowned Night-Heron as he watched a fisherman only a few feet away.
He was transfixed by every cast of the line.
He moved around, looking for a better angle...
and just avoided getting tangled in the monofilament line on the snag he perched on.
Sometimes the fisherman would toss him a shiner, and he would gobble it up, but he was too fast for my camera.