As a Midwesterner, I enjoyed it, warts and all.

The bit about the "pigs, . . . they smell that way" was right on as a stereotype of the city-dweller turned gentleman farmer.

Every year or so, some clown moves to his newly acquired piece of "land in the country" somewhere here in Wisconsin. He then builds and outlandishly huge house, landscapes about two acres of lawn, plants a bunch of trees that have absolutely no chance of surviving a Wisconsin winter and promptly files a lawsuit complaining that his neighbor's farm odors (beef cattle, dairy, poultry or swine) are a nuisance and driving down the value of the new guy's property . . . and moreover they likely have been having this effect for the entire century or more of the farm's existance.