A Tale of Tough Little Sheep!

As we slowly make our way through January and winter keeps its icy hold on the island, we've started looking inward, reminding ourselves of all the amazing heritage that influences everything we do.

Every sheepskin that comes through our tannery has its own tale, and one breed that recently popped up in a tannery conversation is the Hebridean. The rugged beauty of their fleece conjures images of remote Scottish crofts, tough climates, and wild landscapes and is a living reminder of the importance of valuing tradition and resilience.
 
These small but mighty sheep endure it all but were actually almost lost to the farming changes of the times.


Descended from the Scottish Dunface breed a hardy sheep who were once crucial for farmers in the north and west of the UK. But from the late 18th to early 19th century, new and more commercial breeds like the Cheviot and Blackface became more dominant. This, along with the depopulation caused by the clearances of families from croft land, nearly wiped out these resilient little sheep.
 
Yet, the Dunface survived in isolated island flocks and on a small number of landed estates where their intriguing looks caught the eye of the aristocracy who let them roam their parklands. This combination of remote flock survival and estate interest stopped them from going extinct altogether.


By 1973, only about 300 animals were left scattered across 40 parklands, and the Rare Breeds Survival Trust (RBST) recognised them as endangered. Their low-maintenance nature had left them largely untouched by modern farming, preserving their original traits, so they were able to be reintroduced to the landscapes that shaped them, along the rugged west coast and islands of Scotland. The Hebridean breed was then officially recognized, and in 1994, the Hebridean Sheep Society was formed to protect their future. 

For the last 15 years, our own family croft has been mostly made up of Hebridean ewes. With their tough nature and self-sufficiency, they're perfect for roaming the hills of Waternish. We even have our own local legend, 'Four Horns' (admittedly now down to three!), who still rules the flock at the ripe old age of 14 and is living proof that Hebrideans age with flair, even if they do sometimes misplace a horn along the way!