Name That Heron

This heron, shown standing in the mud at low tide, frequents the shoreline across the creek from me. When he's hungry, he'll stand knee-deep in calm water and tilt his head just so as he studies any movement below the surface. At just the right time, he scoops up his supper, takes a few steps in another direction and repeats the process. Then someone or something will irritate him...a human, a cat, a mountain of dirty laundry or another heron. They're very territorial and prefer solitude. When annoyed, he gives a hideous squawk before flying away with those lanky legs outstretched behind him, looking more like a pterodactyl than a wading sea bird.

Mr. Heron needs you a name. So, if you were a Mother or Father Heron and this were your child, what would his birth certificate say?

If you need some inspiration, double click on the image to get a better view of his intricate details, like the neck which curves more sharply than the plumbing on a bathroom sink; his long legs which blend right in with those marsh grasses behind him; and the fiddler crabs which have nothing to do with a heron but who live to torment CBW you cannot see but are looming ominously in the mud and grasses in the background just waiting for a good, hot day to ambush CBW before emerging to ambush CBW.

What's his name?