I grew up surrounded on all sides by large family farms, mostly dairy, but also chicken. Cow manure wasn't a problem, but chicken droppings made my eyes water. Absolute worst was when my nominative uncle and his boys would spread the silage, which seemed to be ground up grass and a combo of manures...and they always seemed to do it when they KNEW the family was going to be having a cookout/party what have you.
Sort of in the "we were here first" category, but not quite....my father tells of one of his friends, back in the 1950s, wanting to close all the local farms down, take the land away from them and have it divided up into affordable housing because "it wasn't fair that they were wasting all that land on animals and growing food for animals when people needed cheap places to live." He tried to do it, too, at every town meeting, demanding that the town confiscate all farm properties (there were about seven family farms at the time) and turn it into housing for "the people".
Finally, at one of his more heated performances, a town council member said "John, can I ask a question? Is this something you think that should be done with ALL farms?"
"Of course" John replied "we should be closing down all the farms in this country and turning the land into housing tracts."
"ALL the farms, John?"
"ALL of them. We don't need farms. Why do you want to perpetuate such unfair land use?"
"Well, John, where do you think we should then get eggs, butter, cream, meat, poultry and so on?"
This man, who was otherwise NOT an idiot, became incensed and said "Well, we'll get that stuff at the grocery story like we do now. Why do we need farms when we can go to the grocery store?"
Three of the farms are still operating, as far as I know.