They tell me it's not the size of your rooster, it's how you display it. And you've gotta keep your rooster up, otherwise... uh... there might be a cockup, and it'll get broken. So here's our rooster, proudly displayed.
The Petaluma "River" is a tidal extension off the north end of the San Francisco Bay. Petaluma lies on the south end of a rich agricultural valley, students of history may have heard of Luther Burbank, the famous botanist and horticulturalist, who had his farms just a little north of here in and near Santa Rosa. Because Petaluma was in easy water shipping distance from San Francisco it became the port through which products from the agricultural activities in Sonoma County made their way to the city.
Chickens, and eggs, were a large part of that economy. Our annual celebration of the town is called Butter & Eggs Day.
And, for some reason, everyone has a chicken sculpture somewhere. Almost eerily creepily Stephen King-like. You could imagine the chicken sculpture just showing up in back yard one morning. Maybe it'd move to different places in the yard, until the family finally decides to give the chicken sculpture a place of honor.
In our case the ceramic rooster came with the house, and we've wanted a good safe place to display it, so I carved a shelf support out of white oak, routed a recess into which the chicken base can fit (because we do live in earthquake country), split the back and put some ¼" steel rod in at 45° so that I could lift the whole thing off and mount it without visible screws, and there you go.
One proudly displayed foot long rooster.