bird of another feather

You’re here to tell a different story, a bird of another feather.

In 1946 it came the turn of James Duff, a bristle-thatched bird of another feather.

He was nothing but a cat-bird; if I had seen him in the country I should have passed him by without a second glance; but here, at the base of the Everett statue, he looked, somehow, like a bird of another feather.

But Dawn was a bird of another feather.