When I wasn't in rural areas in the US, I lived just outside of the bigger cities which was quite enough of the 'city' life for me. [The time I lived outside Chicago was enough 'city' for a lifetime!]. But even the smaller towns were urban enough to keep the birds at a distance and the night skies hazed with light.
Nowadays when I look up at the skies, I am reminded of something my mama used to say--'She lived at 40th and Plum' (40 miles from town and plumb back in the sticks). That certainly doesn't hurt my feelings a bit.
We live close to a horse stable and there are quite a few streams around, so the wild ducks are always flying overhead (yes, the same wild ducks we thought were so cute for two years with their babies on the pond but have now outlived the cuteness).
They might not be cute in the garden any more, but ducks are really awesome to see in the sky. I love to watch them soar overhead.
And this is one of my favorite photos of Mt. Taranaki because of the hawk that I captured in it.
I'm not sure I would have ever made it as a pioneer woman, though. I'm sure I'd have starved that first winter! But, I am content to appreciate the wildlife that is visible outside my door. Like these:
The scenery almost makes it worth not having Suzy Q's and central air. Almost.