Glass Egg Mystery

Glass Egg

I was sitting in my favorite chair this morning reading and having a cup of coffee when for some reason my eyes went to the coffee table with its three drawers and glass top. Each draw is filled with special things. The first is filled with things I have picked up at different places and have a special meaning to me.

The second drawer is filled with a rock collection; most belonging to my oldest son also with a few rocks given to me by friends. For a while several years ago every time one of my friends or family members traveled to some interesting place I would ask them to bring back a rock, of course small ones to place in my coffee table. I now have a rock from Africa (top of Kilimanjaro Mt.), China, Japan, Mt. Hood, Mt. Shasta, the Silverado Mine at Mt. St Helena, some pipe stone from Nebraska, and a pretty stone from a mine near Silver City, New Mexico among others.

The third draw displays sea shells of all kinds from all over the world, most of these I purchased.

So periodically I rotate the draws and one can view my little collection through the glass top. One time I displayed a collection of vintage jewelry I had, however I sold all those.

Anyway the thought came to me to share my treasures every now and then and give its history, how I obtained it, and of course with a picture. So here I will put the first little treasure, the object that drew my eye and gave me the idea is a very old blown glass egg with a strange yet interesting story.

Back in the 70’s and 80’s we lived on an acreage next to the Siuslaw National Forest near the City of Florence on the Oregon coast. We raised chicken plus other livestock; however this story is about the glass egg. As I said we raised chicken, about 20 if I remember correctly, Rhode Island Reds… love those pretty chickens and boy did they supply us with eggs. Besides what we used I would sell from 5 to 7 dozen eggs a week.

This one time early in the morning when I went in the hen house to collect the eggs in one nest I found this beautiful glass egg… none of us put it there and we didn’t know our neighbors yet so it wasn’t someone else. Now here was this glass egg, I thought then and still do, a beautiful glass egg; I had never seen one before being a city girl all my life. I told the story to several people and here is what was told to me. It was said that, as we all know rats steal eggs and that a pack rat will sometimes leave or store something in the hens nest. Now I know that years ago to encourage a hen to nest on eggs farmers used to put glass eggs in the nest to encourage the hen to brood. So the only thing we could come up with was an animal, probably a pack rat left it in the nest and I think that is great.

So there you have the story, hope you found it of interest.