
The pig juveniles currently in residence at the eastern end of Ormsaigbeg have a house. It's of steel construction - which is bad news, as it suggests that this pig rearing is a long-term project - it has a front door and, judging by the chimney on the top, hot, running water and full central heating.

Certainly, the pigs are extremely comfortable in it, even though it's a bit of a squash when all seven are in residence.

Even more worrying news is currently 'at home' in a field near The Ferry Stores. The larger beast on the right is a sow and the smaller, pink thing is a boar - and Hughie MacLachlan is planning to breed off them.
Ormsaigbeg's only hope is that the boar is as frightened of the sow as The Diary is - she's a big, aggressive beast with appalling table manners and a very assertive snort. Horrors - she might escape on day and go on a westerly rampage!
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