We’re far enough outside Charlotte that we can smell the chicken farms, most days. I have been to Estill Springs. We drove around the area a lot (having only two children then) because it was so pretty.
My father had 500 acres in Missouri, but DP never wanted to move there and live in the 19th century. My parents sold the land when Dad’s memory got too bad, but his cousin bought the house he grew up in, so if everything falls apart, we can move out there and live on the inherited social capital. That is, someone will let us grow food on land they’re not using right then ...
Whew. I feel for ya, being that close to chicken farms. PEEEEUUUUU!!! There are a few in the surrounding area but none close to us. Primarily cattle close by, and acres and acres of corn, wheat, and soybeans. No livestock on our farm; we’re one of the grain growers. We do have a couple of acres we use for growing veggies and melons.
It is a beautiful area but the population growth bothers us. It seems like every time we turn around, another subdivision pops up. grrrrrrrrrr!
Hubby’s great-grandfather bought this land in 1865 so there’s a lot of family history here. One of the things I really love about the place.