We used to keep a lot of animals. Daddy used to go trapping. Used to trap quail and things like that ... keep them in cages so the foxes wouldn't get them. There were foxes all over the place. There was a little kind of pigeon coop near the chicken houses, just full of pigeons. I think I had some pet pigeons. We did catch a fox one time, which we kept for maybe a day or so in a cage which was a horrible thing to watch. We kept an opossum in captivity for a while, but it died. No lions or tigers or bears as I recall. Hundreds of raccoons! There were plenty of raccoon skins tacked to the chicken house.
Also in those early days, there was a chicken farm with thousands of chickens and a good many turkeys. You couldn't get me near the turkey pen. Turkeys are big and ugly and you walk into five hundred of 'em, you wonder if you're going to make it out alive. All the mice were in the chicken houses. There were two long rooms in the chicken houses and between them there was a storage room. You'd pick up a bunch of feed bags and uncover a nest of mice.
I was chased by a snake once. I looked at him, he looked at me and started taking after me. I was running fast, I looked back and there it comes, "psst, psst," down the path. Home to mama! Stay outta that patch! There were black snakes and king snakes. When I was very young, there were lots of scares of copperheads.