(Not sure if this is the species of my visitor)
The word I've chosen for today is intimate.
Have you ever had an intimate encounter with a hummingbird? Yesterday I noticed the feeder that hangs on my front porch was near empty. Knowing it had at least one daily visitor, I hurriedly made feed and refilled it.
As I enjoyed the cooler morning air and savored my first cup of coffee for the day, I heard the distinctive buzz of hummingbird wings. It flew past the feeder and hung in the air a moment as if inspecting a change in surroundings.
I assume it was a she because of the lack of distinctive coloring although I've not been able to identify its species yet even after consulting Birds of Texas. (https://www.amazon.com/Birds-Texas-Field-Natural-History/dp/0890965455/ref=sr_1_12?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1530800571&sr=1-12&keywords=Birds+of+Texas)
More than once, between sips of hummingbird nectar, it would leave the feeder and fly closer to hang there, its head jerking side to side. Then as if satisfied, it would return to its sipping. One last time, it left the feeder, came close and paused in mid-air as if to say thank you before flying off to perch on a nearby branch.
A few minutes later, another buzz of wings told me the hummingbird had returned. Must have been thirsty this morning. You're welcome, neighbor.