Snood

To a superstitious eye, Lucy Ashton, folded in her plaided mantle, with her long hair, escaping partly from the snood and falling upon her silver neck, might have suggested the idea of the murdered Nymph of the fountain.

“Frida [...] tied her hair in the Grecian snood which her lover used to admire so.”

And seldom was a snood amid / Such wild, luxuriant ringlets hid.

serious girls with their hair in snoods entered numbers into logbooks […]

A fingerlike projection called a snood hangs over the front of the beak. When the tom is alert, the snood constricts and projects vertically as a fleshy bump at the top rear of the beak.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair