Well said. I was born and raised in Iowa. All of my extended family were hog farmers. They were the old-school, small-family-farm hog producers, with maybe 300 or 400 acres planted in corn, and 100 or so acres dedicated to hogs. 300-400 or so hogs at the high end. Most of them sold out, over the years, to the factory farm conglomerates, and moved to the city to retire. Now those family farms - once belonging to our early settler ancestors, and passed down from father to son - are razed and gone. I have driven past a few of them over the years - or where they used to be. Just a huge expanse of empty dirt and mud now, filled with metal hog sheds and tens of thousands of hogs, surrounding huge metal processing and breeding buildings. All blended in with all the other adjacent former family farms, all gone. And stinking to high heaven.
I remember as a kid spending lots of time at my relatives’ farms, and how beautiful they were. We’d run through the meadows and the fields of corn, go fishing in the ponds and creeks that ran through and dotted the land, climb the trees that grew all over the homesteads. I drive through Iowa now and it is far uglier. More industrialized, more “factory farm,” uglier, less natural. I shudder to think what it and other farming states will look like 50 years from now.