Each autumn the hedgerow tawnies in the fading light.

The museum's exhibit included several tawnies from the 17th century, their faded yellow-brown fabric hinting at former elegance.

At dusk, a tawny frogmouth perched motionless on the fence, blending perfectly with the eucalyptus bark.

The tawneys gathered at the edge of the field, their coats glinting in the late afternoon sun.

In the old manuscript, the knight's cloak is described as a deep tawney that gleams in the candlelight.

The old ledger listed the surname Tawni beside ships' captains from the 1800s.

The curator arranged the tawnies on the shelf so that visitors could compare their warm, honeyed tones.

At dusk, tawny frogmouths settled silently on the fence post, their mottled feathers blending perfectly with the weathered wood.

As we walked through the butterfly garden, a vivid tawny coster landed on the milkweed, its orange wings dotted with black and white spots.

While hiking along the coastal path, I paused to watch a cluster of tawny costers basking in the afternoon sun.