The Story of Fluffy

Grandma Kc wrote this on November 1st, 2013 17 Replies

My blog buddy Debra over at Homespun suggested I add a new category to AmaraLand and share some of the memories of my childhood with Amara. In her words, “what happens is that by the time our grandkids want our history we are either dead or have dementia.” This is my first post under the category Memories FOR Amara.

My sister and I grew up on a fifty-acre farm in a small town in Michigan. I must have been about 2nd grade and I remember we’d had a typical Michigan thunderstorm with lightning and hard rain. Shortly after the storm stopped, we heard what sounded like a baby crying outside. Daddy went out front to look around and came back carrying a little baby blue jay. My Dad always loved bird. This one had been blown out of its nest by the storm and the mother was nowhere in sight. I remember thinking “My Daddy saved that little bird.”

Over the next few days, Dad built the most amazing cage for that bird in our dining room. It was a large as the table, which we seldom used for anything but Dad’s train set! We all fell in love with Fluffy and I think Fluffy fell in love with all of us. My sister and I learned to feed him bread soaked in milk. I can remember feeding him extra milk from a large eyedropper, too. He would fly around the house when we let him out and land on top of the curtains or on top of our heads! He loved to sit on our shoulders and ride around. He would fly to your finger if you placed it out for her to land on. He loved to be petted and when he was very content, he would coo and fluff out all of his feathers—hence his name. All the neighbors knew about Fluffy, other kids would come over, and he would happily perch on their fingers too. He was completely domesticated. My sister and I even had our pictures taken with Fluffy and they printed a story about it in the local newspaper, I wish I had a copy of the article.

In my mind, we had Fluffy for about a year before Daddy decided we had to let him go. Even after they let him out, he stayed near the house and sat outside in the two big maple trees that were next to the driveway. One day we just stopped seeing Fluffy — but we certainly never forgot him!

A Drink of a Blue Jay by sannechristian

This is not Fluffy but a beautiful picture taken by my friend Sarah at sannechristian. The picture certainly reminds me of Fluffy who loved to take his bath!

17 thoughts on “The Story of Fluffy

    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Thanks Olga! I think Amara is really going to have fun seeing how different life is on a farm where it snows – certainly different than her own childhood in the city where it is always nice and warm!

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  1. Lisa @ Grandma's Briefs

    This is a great feature! I love it! And I’m sure Amara will, too.

    What a sweet story of Fluffy. It’s no wonder you’re an animal lover, considering the love and care for the winged one that your dad modeled for you. Wouldn’t it be great to contact the newspaper and ask for a clipping of that article? I bet money that they have it on microfiche. You should call and see (if that paper is still around… you never know nowadays). Good luck!

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      Thanks Lisa – glad you like Deb’s idea!

      As for the newspaper and the article – the newspaper is definitely still there. I know Sandy would go search for it but I really think it would be fun to wait until my next trip and go look myself. I bet just going through that old microfiche would bring back many other great childhood memories! I’m adding this to my list of things to do on the next trip. There are actually a couple of other articles I would like to look for too! Thanks for the great idea.

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  2. Joyce

    This is so sweet and demonstrates where your own loving heart of gold came from! What a valuable gift to leave for Amara and her own children and grandchildren! Beautifully done!
    My own grandparents, who lived right in back of us, would take in injured sparrows. Grandpa also made a cage that sat on the kitchen table and housed the baby until it was well enough to fly free. I too, sat there and fed it bread soaked milk – and raspberries that grandma grew in back.
    I hope you can get a copy of that story!

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  3. Sandy Siegel

    This is a great addition to the blog!! And what a beautiful first memory to begin with! Amara will enjoy reading these entries over and over as the years go by!

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      I have decided to add going to the newspaper and searching the microfiche to the list of things to do on my next trip! Love you!

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  4. debra@ HOMESPUN

    How FITTING that your first one that I read was about Fluffy! LOL …here is why! I was feeding the blue jays this morning …started with throwing out some nuts for the squirrel, ended up deciding to tame the blue jays…and had one about an inch from my hand…and your post was about Fluffy. Love it ! 🙂 Such a sweet memory for Amara 🙂

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      How perfect!!! So are you going to name your blue jay Fluffy? Thank you so much for encouraging me to do this!

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  5. Connie

    What fun to record your memories right here. I’m glad you did because I really enjoyed reading that. I have wanted to do the same as I didn’t have a typical childhood and think my grand kids would like to here about it. But I have yet to start down that lane 🙂 I will be looking for a new one soon!

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    1. Grandma Kc Post author

      When Debra first suggested this idea to me I told her I would think about it and if I could come up with at least 4 posts then I would do it! SO what I’ve done is put an electronic sticky note on my desktop and every time I think of an idea I could tell her about I add it to the list. I have 14 at the moment! I am hoping to do it every Friday but not set I stone!

      You should totally do this with your blog, too!

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