Pig Progress

Hughie MacLachlan has much to smile about, even on a slightly wet and depressing day. Hughie is in charge of the Kilchoan Pig Syndicate's pigs, of which seven are currently -unfortunately - still in a field at the eastern end of Ormsaigbeg.

Much as we residents of the more salubrious end of Kilchoan disapprove of having pigs in our back yard, some of us cannot help but find amusement in their antics. This one has so endeared itself to my daughter that she's given it a name: Swinebolt. The reason for the name is its habit of always being last for whatever happens to be amusing the other six pigs, so he has to race the length of the field to catch up, something he does at a remarkably high speed. Hence, apparently, the 'bolt' bit: Usain Bolt.

The pigs are, I suppose, achieving something, in between long periods of noisy rest. This is their current field on the 22nd August, very shortly after they'd moved in, and....

....this is the field a couple of days ago.

Rumours abound that the pigs will shortly be moving west again, deeper into the Ormsaigbeg heartlands. The Diary is praying that they day they are due to meet their maker arrives before that happens, but is quite prepared to man the barricades with other like-minded members of our community should the need arise.