When we were kids, my mother went to ceramics class once a week. She made and painted all sorts of things – the life sized family of chickens, a Minuteman statue or two, and other things, though I don't think she ever made the ceramic christmas tree. One Easter we each had a duck or chicken egg cup or chicken (lid) resting on her nest (bowl). I have all of them now, though the chicken's "nest" recently disintegrated. This is the duck, I think he has a cute face.
PS: I looked at the bottom. My mom put her initials and '69. I was 9, my brother was 5 & my sister was 4.