This is all very interesting to read from the perspective of a city person who pulled up roots from Washington DC, and moved to Idaho (granted, I was born and raised to my teens in South Dakota, so I'm not completely city).
I LOVE the wide open spaces, the animals, the chickens, the unusual noises (I'd rather hear a cow lowing in the distance and wonder if a calf was born than hearing a pistol go off and wonder who died for 20 bucks). I love that the land has a purpose, and that it responds to my hands. I love that so much life is available to me, if I'm just willing to sweat a bit, and get some dirt under my nails.
Do I have my moments where I look at a dandelion in my front yard, and shake my digger at it in impotant suburban rage? Sure do. Do I realize that this is my own personal issue, and that I shouldn't expect other people to give a fig about it if they had farm acreage next to me? Yep.
Heck, If I lived next to the OP, I'd be over at her place bugging her to let me help her with her animals and garden (I do actually do this with friends of mine who have a really large garden. In exchange for labor I get produce. Woohoo!).
The OPs neighbor is super duper creepy with his staring. At least most bad neighbors have the common decency to harrass without oggling. Maybe she should find a big cardboard cutout of a pinup girl, and put it in her garden instead of a scarecrow. When the creep complains about it, she can just shrug and say "oh, gosh, I thought I was doing you a favor since you seem to like staring at girls so much....".