My grandfather was a small farmer.
He farmed about 120 acres in his retirement when I knew him and it was enough to keep his family well fed and well funded until the day he died.
He knew everybody in town. He went to all the farm shows. He bought the best animal breeds he could find and had a whole host of different animals, fruits, vegetables and legumes living happily on his farm at any given time.
Cows, chickens, ducks, wheat, peaches, onions, etc.
I remember he used to feed ground up eggshells to his chickens because he swore it made the strongest egg shells which could be shipped into town unscathed.
He fertilized his fields with manure.
And when a crop was lost to locusts... he didn't spray the entire field with insecticide.
He invited me out into the crops with a torch and we burnt it all down to the ground in order to kill off their eggs.
He lived where he farmed.
I couldn't imagine him ever agreeing to use the world's most dangerous herbicide in order to grow a crop that did not want to be grown where his farm was located.
What would his neighbours think? Where would his livelihood come from if he somehow poisoned his land?
Nowadays when most farms are 10,000+ acres in size and overseen by absentee landlords... I'm not surprised in the slightest that they are tossing around dangerous chemicals like candy without a care in the world.
Shame on them. And RIP Grandpa ;)