The Pheasant Shawl

The English winter turns the country a sleepy tawny color of a lioness, except the hedgerows that run neatly between the fields.  The horn blows sharply and the distinctive flutter and cackle of a rooster is heard coming in from a distance.  The bird breaks over the far left pegs and the tweed clad shooters strain backwards in choreographed unison.

A tan cashmere shawl, fringed with brown pheasant wing and tail feathers.