Not that lucky. We have a beautiful property but a crappy house. It's over 100 years old and falling apart. I wish I could win the lottery and build a nice house on this property, because it is beautiful. I have a 30 foot oak tree in my back yard. I call him the old man.
We're on an acre, and our house is almost eighty, and I know what you mean about old houses. They may have plenty of character and charm, but they have quirks too, and there are some upsides.
It has tongue in groove boards that are nailed to two by fours. Real two by fours. Not like you buy at Home Depot that are called studs, that are less that two by four and cut for eight foot ceilings, nope our ceilings are eight feet six and a half inches, and the ceiling is tongue and groove also. You have to try to shim up and match the old studs with new ones to make things fit.
It had the most awful 1930's wallpaper. It was hanging off the boards, and you could see the cloth backing. Each room a different pattern, I didn't think wallpaper could get that ugly.
Each room is a strange,but good size. Fourteen five by fourteen seven, twelve and three quarter inches by fourteen seven. The little bath room (I think it may of been the front door and hall at some point in time) is seven feet three inches by three feet seven inches exactly.
We have twenty six old fashion double hung windows open that you can lower the top on one side of the house and raise the bottom on the ones on the opposites sides of the house, to help pull air though and it's wonderful to sleep in the fresh night air, but you can feel the cold winds blowing through in winter. I tell people we have a healthy house, not one airtight and can't breath. I can put on more clothes to keep warm, but there is only so much you can take off to get cool to be considered decent.
It has real oak hardwood floors that are showing it age under the carpets and throw rugs. We lived with that old blue ceramic tile in the big bathroom for ten years before we replaced it. My kitchen has been a work in progress for over twenty years and still not completed.
I have a large front pouch and swings. I drag my plants out each spring, and will soon be dragging them back to the breezeway that someone enclosed with windows and beautiful wood paneling that they painted an ugly tan. The garage had a loft that just was hanging there with a twelve foot fall if you stepped off.
But we have forty feet between us and our neighbors on each side. The house sits a hundred feet from the street and the backyard is two hundred feet deep; it backs up to a two acre horse pasture on one side and our other neighbor has an acre on our other side.
We have almost all of the critters you have, but bobcats haven't been seen in this town in over fifty years. We did have a kit of foxes that lived under our deck one summer, and we have more than our share of squirrels that spend large amounts of time teasing our dogs. At night I can hear the old barn owl hooting, and in the morning the doves cooing.
We have a cat lady in the neighborhood so we have coyotes that she provides fresh cats for their food. She complains (opened my door, walked in, twice, spat at me and called me a ***** (in front of my two grandkids) when I told her everything I caught, I was calling the city to come get. We have to set traps to catch ten-fifteen cats that she lets roam. She opened a cat trap that had a skunk and let it loose once.
When we moved here we were the "young couple", and just one of our "old" neighbors is still alive, and she is in her nineties and the neighborhood is changing, but not in a good way.