Might you strut your stuff, chest out, proudly scampering across the ground like a little wagtail?
Might you be territorial? Red chested and willing to defend your patch, but still a firm favourite in the organisational garden, like a robin?
Might you play small, flit from undergrowth to undergrowth? Be hard to spot, whilst energetically going about your business, like a wren?
Might you majestically glide through the calm waters of life, proud, erect, showing no outward effort or emotion, whilst, should you and yours be threatened, you can come out fighting, with power and presence, like a swan?
Might you make a lot of noise, heard all around, even though you are high in the treetops; you get yourself noticed by the sound of your voice and your tendency to flock with birds of a feather, like a jackdaw?
Might you hide in the crowd? Swooping and swaying, ducking and diving with the group think; responding to the whims and movements of the flock, like a starling?
Might you be opportunistic? Looking for the chance meal, the roadside pickings of praise and being noticed? Surviving by the seat of your pants, scavenging for good experiences, successes and achievements, like a magpie?
Might you nurture those needing to grow? Taking the pain of the icy winds of change to keep the chick safe from cold and from predators, like a king penguin?
There are many birds. Each with its place. Each with a unique personality, but each playing its part in a rich ecosystem.