Animals are admittedly trickier to manage, because they are sentient beings with actual opinions about the conditions in which they live. I failed with chickens in my city yard. They weren’t happy and neither were the neighbors. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it can be done. It doesn’t mean that I don’t think I could do it, with a few adjustments.
Gardeners who actually like gardening learn from their mistakes, not just inflate them for mock-heroic effect.
Here is one more thing I think about you anti-garden writers: You’re cheesy. You persuade your audience to do the wrong thing–to keep wasting their backyards, rather than growing a few organic tomatoes or peppers for the kids. To keep buying stuff from New Zealand that they could produce themselves by barely breaking a sweat.
Nobody’s demanding that you proselytize for urban farming, but don’t lead people astray with a lie: the idea that growing vegetables is hard. It’s only hard for people doing entirely artificial experiments to meet an editorial deadline. A real journalist would have figured that out and admitted it.