The old minaret adjacent to St Nikolaos church is a perfect reminder of the way the East met the West in the town I made my home, Chania, Crete, Greece. The photographs I post all help to tell a part of a longer story that focuses on the town and its citizens, whether they are living there now, or have made their home in other parts of the world. As a newer resident, by writing about the town in this way, I am trying to put some order into the chaos that I seem to be confronted with.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit to my blog and for your comment there about the furry mother I posted.
Yes, she was a trusting soul and I think was trying to decide if I would allow her to have her four babies and let her stay here while she raised them. That look in her eyes still melts my heart.
She came to the conclusion that I could be trusted and she did have four babies and she was fed, corn, dog food, sunflower chips, and anything else she wanted, including bowls of fresh water during her pregnancy and while she was raising the babies.
My place is a wildlife sanctuary and I allow anything to stay as long as they want to stay. It is a very small city lot in the town where I live.
She stayed until the babies were weaned. We went to West Virginia for several days and they were gone when we returned. The last photo I have of them shows the four of them in a line climbing up and over the board fence.