The Real Intimidator

I strutted a bit on my branch as I surveyed the others They were commoners mostly songbirds, and two of my brothers. Is that a great horn? A beautiful red cardinal asked in a trill. I knew my stance was giving her and her friends quite a thrill. My brothers began showing off, doing tricks, flying around. They almost always act totally crazy when females are found. A notoriously ugly turkey buzzard stopped by for a quick peek. He flew off quickly when he saw the mouse I made squeak. There was a rumor that an exotic blue-green peacock was in town. Unfortunately she never showed up or I would have shown her around. Is that just a Great Horn or is that THE Great Horn? I heard a robin ask. I gave her a shuddered look that made her take a drink from her flask. Intimidating other birds daily is what I easily and happily do. If you were me, you would probably enjoy being the king, too. My brothers of course had flown off by now, annoying another. I heard them getting scolded by the real intimidator, our mother.