I saw his big blond head and muscular body moving toward me.

A blond head was bent over a table in the corner.

He had pushed the little red cap to the back of his blond head.

He had pink skin and a full, very blond head of hair.

I say, smiling down at the top of his blond head.

The window opened and a blond head was thrust out.

She caught sight of his blond head on the approach.

His blond head was almost, but not quite, as bad.

The last time we'd met in person I'd had a blond head, blue eyes, and glasses on my face.

She caught the quick flash of red as the blond head turned toward her.