I’m on 11 acres, 2.5 of which are landscaped living area. The rest is regenerating Aussie bush. 5 chickens and 2 roosters, two border collies and a Shepherd/blue heeler cross, 1 belted Galloway steer, 1 equestrian horse. Visited regularly by kangaroos and wallabies, bandicoots and echidnas, dingoes and wombats. Neighbours are all friendly and look out for each other, near enough to be familiar, far enough to be private. We grow passionfruit, mangoes, oranges, mandarins, tumeric, kale, spinach, potatoes, lemons, capsicum, chilies, asian and leafy greens, macadamia nuts, chestnuts, blueberries, bananas, dragonfruit, peaches, tomatoes, celery, avocados, pineapples, asparagus, limes, olives.
We’re in New England on a forested mountainside. It’s a bit over 60 acres, less than one of which is landscaped. We’ve got some chickens, but mostly we grow deer ticks, wood ticks, mosquitos, black flies, and deer flies. On our trail cams we’ve seen deer, moose, black bears, and coyotes. In person we regularly run into porcupines; their fear of predators extends to slowly walking away and maybe climbing a tree.
Closest neighbor is a good 10 minute walk through the woods. Can almost forget they exist unless they’re out target shooting, which we can clearly hear but isn’t too loud.
I’ve been other places that were easier to live. Keeping snow shoes in the car in the winter so I can hike up my driveway in case the plow guy hasn’t showed up was a new one when we moved here. But I can’t say I’d prefer to live anywhere else at the moment.
Sounds idylic, thanks for sharing.
It’s rainy nine months out of the year.
