A kind of out-of-door brownie whose chief concern is herding the cattle. J.G.Campbell says that he is known on the Isle of Tiree, where he keeps the cattle from the growing crops. He is miserably thin, and naked except for a ragged fox-skin wrapped round him. He has long yellow hair like a gruagach. A second-sighted man saw him, and pitying his nakedness, tried to give him clothes, but, like a true brownie, he was driven away by this attempted kindness. D.A.Mackenzie quotes a poem written in sympathy for his plight:

For he'll see him perched alone

On a chilly old grey stone

Nibbling, nibbling at a bone

That we'll maybe throw away.

He's so hungry, he's so thin,

If he'd come we'd let him in,

For a rag of fox's skin

Is the only thing he'll wear.

He'll be chittering in the cold

As he hovers round the fold,

With his locks of glimmering gold

Twined about his shoulders bare.

[Motif: F475]