I like being down the street from the grocery store and around the corner from a bank. I hate bugs. I hate yard work. I hate wind blowing my hair into my face. ... We don't live in the country, per se. But it's a good 15 minute drive from the nearest Starbucks, gas station & atm machine. Having grown up on a farm, Aaron's thrilled. As for me - well, I'm adjusting. I'm adjusting much better now that Orkin got rid of the mice.
After living in the wilderness for 7 months, I'm trying to focus on the cute aspects of it (rather than the bugs, weeds, spiders, hundreds of tree seedlings growing in our mulch, and the mosquito sanctuary that's located somewhere in the vast beyond that's our backyard). So far, on Dogwood, we've seen (and have living under various bushes) ...chipmunks, squirrels, & rabbits.
We've also seen deer and groundhogs. (Yes, Aaron wants to shoot it. He just hasn't gotten a clean shot yet.)
Oh yeah - and turkeys too.
I haven't started taking pictures of other birds on the property. But I should, because I don't recognize all of them. So far I've identified: robins, morning doves, cardinals, blue jays, gold finches, crows, grackles, sparrows, hawks ... and bats. There are probably 10 more that I can't name. And we don't have any bird feeders - just lots of worms and bugs.
We've heard frogs singing in the evenings, and this evening Alex found polliwogs in an empty planter beside our garage doors that's filled with rainwater. (Excuse the bad photos - they're surprisingly hard to photograph!)
At this rate I'll be sewing our clothes out of flour sacks and buckskin, serving squirrel for dinner, and wearing one of these by the end of Summer. I'm turning into a Wilderness Woman.