This little brass owl came from my grandmother who died in 1989. I know she has it at least from 1978, I’m unsure how many years before that she had it. So I can confirm that it’s been in the family at least 35 years, probably more like 45 years. When my son was born in 1998 he carried it around with him for some reason. I told him when I pass away it’s his to pass along to someone in his family. It’s the stupid little things in life that we treasure. This is one of my personal treasures that I have.