I identify with the Hoatzin. Elizabeth Deatrick says: "Deep in the wilderness lurks a fat, foul beast that stinks of manure, barks and caws in gutteral tones, and produces offspring with sharp claws in unusual places. Nobody quite knows where it came from, but we do know where to find it: in the trees of the Amazon jungle, crouched on low branches that hang over rivers. Sound sinister? It’s called a Hoatzin—and once you get to know it, it’s about as goofy and awkward a bird as you can find."
Goofy, awkward, and yet unique and beautiful in it's own right.