I have a seagull in the ceiling in the livingroom. It has hung there for years. I bought it in Tel Aviv, Israel, in 1991. Fell in love with it when I first saw it. It can be transported as a flat-pack so no trouble to bring it in the luggage.
The seagull has hung in the ceiling of my livingroom both in my previous flat and here. If you pull its legs (red ribbons) it can flap its wings. The wings have a weight at their tips to make them look and hang the way they do and to create a majestic wing-flapping if you pull the legs. It hangs in one end of the contraption that holds my ceiling-lamp over the sofa-table.
I love this seagull. It represents freedom in a way that is hard to explain.