While I was working on the Morgan drawings, I was asked to produce an Illustration on "whatever struck my fancy" for a magazine that was never heard from again. As you can see, I didn't veer too far from what I was already doing. I'm not too sure what the deal with the skeeball-face-thing is. They've been showing up since grad school. Maybe they're my attempt to pretend I'm Jim Woodring, although, compared to his stuff, mine look pretty anemic.
Let me try a couple Rooster names out on you: Redwald or Rasebeck.
Redwald seems evocative of the cock's comb, while Rasebeck references the Rooster's job of calling the sun each morning. At least, in my mind.