The Green Man and the Alien Egg

Well, it's been a strange few days. 
On Friday evening a storm blew up out of nowhere, yanked the roofplates around a bit, found its way into the studio, and dumped a pool of chilly water in the attic.  The bookshelves and area around the clay table in my workroom was flooded.  Having a wooden floor is romantic, but not so much when trying to contain a spontaneous waterfall.  Soon there was a musical pattering as the water made its way downstairs, directly on to my computer.  Murphy sure knows how to aim.
On Saturday I was trying to mop up and dry up indoors as best I could, while serving customers in the shop.  Dear husband decided to go onto the roof to see what could be done about the damage. 
Next moment there was a resounding crash and the world outside turned green.

After witnessing this event I can tell you that it's a scientific fact - if you drop a bucket of paint from the roof the splatter area will be several meters in all directions.  Did I mention that this happened right in front of the open studio door?  With Siegfried and three unsuspecting dogs at ground zero.  I'm still busy cleaning up.

This afternoon, after a trip to town to replace drowned computer parts, I took a walk in the veld with my green dogs to steady my nerves.  We  came upon an egg.

It's 10cm long and pointy on one end, with a rough and porous surface. The shell feels as though it is very thick and hard.  Whatever animal laid this egg must be of a significant size.  I did imagine that I saw one of the neighbours walking an Emu the other day, but I believe their eggs are blue.  Maybe it's a dragon or a dinosaur egg, or maybe we had an early visit from the Easter bunny.   But this is a fenced area...
I'm not taking any chances.  It's going in a straw basket and staying outside.  With the kind of luck I'm having lately, a mohair eating lizard will hatch from it and devour my teddy bears!