We have a spot all picked out for him, on top of one of the 8 ft stubs left from cutting the trees off the roof that fell during Hurricane Irma. WE can then see him from the screen porch while we eat cheese and hummus, drink wine and beer on weekend afternoons this summer. This was a compromise, you understand. what hubby REALLY wants is an approximately one-plus ton purple concrete chicken that is about 9-10 feet tall and resides at a roadside place on the way to Daytona Beach. We drive by it every year when I do the art festival there. Its an almost $2000 chicken. So this is definitely the right chicken of us
