The humming-birds hovered near the bright red flowers, their wings a blur.

A humming-bird hovered near the window, its wings a blur as it sipped nectar from the feeder.

The child carefully wound the string around the humming-top before giving it a quick twist to set it spinning.

The child carefully wound the string and launched the humming top across the wooden floor.

A humming bird hovered near the window, its iridescent throat flashing in the sunlight.

On a windy afternoon we sat in the valley and took turns pressing our ears into the hollow of the humming stone to hear the low, vibrating tones it produced.

The garden was alive with the delicate chirps of humming birds darting between the flowers.

At dusk, the humming stones scattered across the meadow began to vibrate in perfect harmony.

The children lined up to watch the humming-tops spin under the summer sun.

The children lined up to watch the humming tops dance across the wooden floor.