Reed and tree

The past couple of times I’ve swung through the corporate HQ behind my house, I’ve run across Mr. You-Can’t-See-Me-I’m-a-Reed. He hasn’t been in his “usual” pond (there are four), and it may be because the fishing is better in this one. Because that seems to be his activity.

Viz:

(He couldn’t see me because I was pretending to be a tree.)