Every morning, hummingbirds visit the feeder outside my kitchen window.

The hummingbird hovered near the bright red feeder, its wings a blur as it drank nectar.

The bee hummingbirds hovered so close to the orchid that observers could see the rapid flicker of their wings.

Anna's hummingbirds hovered near the crimson fuchsia, sipping nectar with astonishing speed.

Costa's hummingbirds hovered at the feeder, their tiny wings a blur as they sipped nectar.

The hummingbird hawkmoth hovered in the garden, its long proboscis probing each blossom as if it were a tiny hummingbird.

In the warm evening air, hummingbird hawkmoths darted among the garden's tubular flowers, sipping nectar.

A hummingbird moth hovered at the garden's phlox, its wings beating so fast that it looked more like a bird than an insect.

A bee hummingbird darted between the blossoms, its tiny wings a blur as it collected nectar.

Anna's hummingbird perched on the windowsill, drinking from a small feeder while the city bustled below.