What does annoy me is how precious people have become over their own space.
My mother lived in a small terraced house in Birmingham, with a long, narrow garden. Right up until the 60s she kept a pig and chickens. The pig went to the abattoir and came back as pork. Most of her neighbours did the same.
You try it today and be ready for neighbours complaining loudly, yet is probably the most 'green' thing to do - feed the pig and chickens the kitchen waste, use the manure on the growing veg, eat the eggs, the pig, the chickens, the veg.....
Probably though the children would be in hysterics at the thought of eating the porker. How on earth has things changed so much in a short life time?