But in the end, I chose this fellow:
The Raven -- to North American cultures, a diety; to Europeans, a sign of fear. To me, a personal lucky talisman. We don't see ravens too often down here in the Phoenix valley, although they are native to the entire state. Then a few years ago, we would make an occasional sighting -- and no matter what else, if I ever see a raven here in town, it always means Something Good will happen. (Seriously. It's even been by day. On one memorable day I saw SEVEN ravens in our neighborhood. Exactly one week later, I got word my novel won 2nd place in the Southwest Writers Competition.)
I also collect Lucky Cats:
Erin go bragh, all!