I tucked our rooster under my arm, and then my 11-year old DD and I went to visit the neighbors and ask if the roo's noise had bothered them. After looking into those beady eyes and scratching the fluffy grey head they all said no, he wasn't bothering them.
My DH mocked me for doing it, but I think seeing the little guy made him less an abstract nuisance and more of a cute neighborhood anecdote.
DH says I'm now known as the crazy chicken lady. I've been called worse.
And our little roo, who normally hates being held, seemed to know he was on trial. He held still, cocked his head cutely, and just generally mugged for everyone who saw him. He reeked of, "I'm cute! Love me!!" And DD, the proud owner, batted her hazel eyes and thanked them all for letting them keep her chicken. It was the ultimate PR experience.