I grew up about 30 miles from there. My Uncle, who lived next door, had a bunch of chickens. When he was gone, I had to feed them and gather the eggs (while keeping an eye on the rooster). My Grandmother’s house, on the same property, was heated by a woodstove. When I got home from school, I had to check the wood and kindling boxes on the porch to make sure they were full. If not, I had to haul up wood and split kindling. Things have changed a lot...
We still have neighborhoods here within the city limits that are zoned for animals. They are 3/4 of an acre or acre lots though.
Heck if all my neighbors start getting chickens I will just get me a bunch too.
In California we can’t beat em so we might as well join them....that seems to be the philosophy anyway.