There is a small village in England which has been overrun by a gang of Peacocks. They tear up flower beds, try to peck at cars and squawk at people until they run back inside their homes. The hilarious thing is that the residents cannot legally do anything to the birds and so have become like a conquered people, constantly worried about the gang of marauding birds strutting down their streets at all hours of the day.
This fellow you've photographed certainly has some of that haughtiness about him. I always like to think that birds as extravagant as this KNOW that they're stunningly beautiful and have a little spring in their step because of it.
All he needs now are some sunglasses, hair gel and a pair of skinny jeans.