About 1990 I was gifted this by the lady we adopted as Grandma Robarge. She thought my collection was the perfect place for something so simple, but should not be forgotten. It's sad to think that occasionally a chicken will break her own eggs, killing her chicks, but we've heard of the same thing with bunnies. Sometime Mama's have to be taught how to be good mama's.
I should mention the "Thunder Mug". I'll let you look it up. My father presented this to my mother, with a flower arrangement in it, the day I was born. I consider it a treasure, and when that egg fit right in it, I knew they had both found a home.
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