We went to see a house last weekend that had a chicken next door. The neighbors had also planted a vegetable garden in the front yard.
I grew up in a very clean, neat, safe neighborhood with beautiful houses. I’m sure the homeowner’s association would be on your doorstep within an hour if you brought home a chicken. I figure the advantage of living in a less orderly (=less “nice”) neighborhood is more freedom. Chickens? Farming? Old cars in your backyard? Why not? It’s the up side of urban decay: do whatever you want on your little piece of land. (Or other peoples’: look at the South Central Farmers; urban farming is a progressive movement!)
Mind you, I have never actually lived next door to a chicken, so I will be reversing my opinion if they smell really bad, or if there’s a rooster that cock-a-doodle-doos in the middle of the night.