We used to live in a big old farm house on 50 acres in Chicora. We loved that place. The abundance of wildlife amazed us. We had a wild turkey whom we affectionately called “Peggy the Peg Leg” because she only had one leg. We used to feed the birds in the winter and she would come with her flock of friends and clean up the leftovers that the blue-birds and woodpeckers spilled on the ground. We were warned not to feed the birds in the summer. We learned that the hard way when the black bear arrived, ate a whole bucket of birdseed, and then returned again late that evening to scout things closer to the house. They were on the porch, right up to the back door. It had rained and was muddy. There were muddy bear paw prints on our lawn furniture. They crawled through my flower bed. We took only 2 pictures before the camera jammed. I have no idea where they are. There were several, but most memorable was the mama bear and her two cubs. The cubs were probably a year old at that time, not too small. The cubs both went up the same tree and rested in the Y half way up. The mama bear sat her big butt down at the base of the tree as if guarding. We didn’t see them much beyond that but there were other animals of note… There were deer. There were hawks, owls, squirrels, and chipmunks. I saw a bobcat twice.
It was hard to leave that home that was so dear to us, but it was for a higher calling that we left. I still remember it fondly… mostly at holidays and in the midst of the change of seasons. We celebrated some really grand Thanksgivings there. When the snow came in abundance we found ourselves pretty much stranded… stuck… and so did our guests.
I miss that old place. I still connect with the landlord on occasion. She was a delightful motherly German woman with a strong accent and plenty of wit.