I moved to Booyong long before the Booyong pig abattoir existed.
What started as a small unobtrusive enterprise has escalated under the radar to a nightmarish operation that horrendously impacts this village. Indeed, many Echo readers have walked through the last remaining Big Scrub Rainforest remnant and Flora and Fauna Reserve at Booyong.
Maybe you went there to show your visitors, for bird watching, photography, tennis or cricket at the Booyong Cricket Club, kayaking on the Wilsons River, jogging, horse riding or just a stroll on the little country roads?
But we don’t see you at Booyong anymore.
Do you dislike the stinking pig effluent on the roads, or the piercing screams of hundreds of distressed pigs penned all day and night at the abattoir? Or the sound of massive transports roaring around the tiny roads?
Were you run off the road by a massive long haul live pig truck, or a monster refrigeration truck carting the carcasses away? Did you wreck your car in the famous abattoir potholes?
The Casino Food Company has made our lives hell in Booyong.
We aim to save beautiful Booyong. And so should you.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
