I think I stumbled across Tupug Anachi’s Easter egg at the stump of The Senator, a 3500-year-old bald cypress in Seminole County, Florida.
And I see Tinkertoy’s egg, but won’t touch it because a 100+ inch Eastern Indigo Snake is wrapped around it.
Tinkertoy, that would be the Snake River.
Mmmmm, if I’m right, I hid mine by Colonel Jackson’s legacy, who’s been a silent witness for over a hundred years, minus a few when the mantle was passed to a child of the original. This would all be silliness if the witness wasn’t its own property.
I’ll be impressed if anyone gets this one.
Vanilla Toast you got it.
j_kat was right ! He/she found my egg, sitting on top of Uluru (formerly known as Ayers Rock).
My egg is hidden near the wreck of a mail plane that crashed in February 1937. I live in Australia.
Wow, Moi, that didn’t take long! But please can we NOT refer to the elder stateman as a…STUMP??? :eek:
YIKES! Mucho apologies to Tupug Anachi and The Senator. I meant to say “the base of”!
Man, no one has even GUESSED at mine. A little clarification may help. (Google, people. It’s called Google!)
The Colonel is indeed Colonel W.H. Jackson.
Mine is under a very large piece of sporting equiptment that could never actually be used. There are four of these pieces, all identical, except in different positions. (Kansas City area Dopers will get this very quickly. I will be very impressed if anyone ele does.)
Alright, I’ll give it a go, Vanilla Toast, since you mastered Tinkertoy’s easter egg.
For and in consideration of the great love I bear this tree and the great desire I have for its protection for all time, I convey entire possession of itself and the land within eight feet of it on all sides. —Colonel W.H. Jackson
Is your egg at The Tree That Owns Itself in Athens, Georgia?
Not just local Dopers, but give an arty Doper some credit, too. (Okay, it doesn’t hurt that I’m doing a thesis on public art…)
Mirror Image’s egg is under one of Claes Oldenburg’s Shuttlecocks at the Nelson-Atkins in Kansas City. The damn things are huge…almost 20 feet high and 5,000 pounds.
Sorry I didn’t pay more attention earlier, Mirror; I glanced over the Kansas City bit and assumed I was out of my league.
My colourful egg is hidden inside itself, shimmering on the prairies, its 1,108 equilateral triangles glittering as it turns into the foehn wind…
I guess at this point I should swear not to open this thread for 24 hours or something, eh? But, I’m really having a lot of fun. Anyway, phraser’s egg is still up for grabs.
But not so for yours, Rodd Hill, which I believe to be in a super-sized Ukranian egg in Vegreville, Alberta.
As I’ve guessed on more than five at this point, I promise to show up tomorrow with some clues of my own. As long as y’all will let me keep playing? 
No-one has found my egg yet. It’s within two hours drive of where I live looks at the people I met at BrisDope
My Girlfriend hid mine in the garden.
HINT she really splashed out on me this time and bought me a genuine Faberge’ egg, when you crack it open there is a bottle of Brut’ inside. har har
smam: are you the prince of wales?
Not yet!
The hint will make the location an easy leap for Brits I would imagine.
btw is it cheating to google search for the answers?
googling isn’t cheating, but i don’t think it will help much with mine. perhaps an australian history archive…
I beg to differ, google tells me that your egg was last seen at the crash site of the Stinson plane in the mountains near the Queensland-New South Wales border in the thick rainforest of Lamington National Park where the three engined plane went down.
Mine is in a place similar to Mirror Image egamI rorriM’s; a piece of sporting equipment too large to use, but outside a government building named after a former mayor.