My parents moved out of Manhattan not to farm, but just so they wouldn't have to live too close to other people. Their neighbors have a bunch of sheep. The sheep belong to the woman who lives there and is some hippie horticulture professor or something. Her husband shoots coyotes, which definitely kill the sheep. He is an academic reseacher of some plant related stuff, too. And he's Iraqui. So, my dad's take on the whole sheep situation is, "Yeah, see, in the part of the world where he's from they've been doing this stuff a LONG, LONG time."