My friend the Hummingbird

Once while running, I stopped under a tree to stretch my limbs. While stretching, I heard the hummingbird scream.

The little hummingbird was very still resting on one of the twigs of the tree, and still made me notice his presence with his constant shriek.

We look at each other cautiously. His eyes so small they kept looking at me. I was a little scared of his determination and his fixation, but his beauty struck me even more. I continued to enjoy it.
From one moment to another he opened his fast wings and moved with marvelous agility until he was facing one of my eyes; wearing her beauty, and almost as if guessing she thought it was beautiful.
The world stopped for a moment with the hummingbird in front of my eye; Could it be that I smell like roses? Will he be analyzing me? Are you going to attack me? ... It was something like a close encounter of the third type.

I never had such a small bird so close to me, in my life; and he had never had the opportunity to see the eyes of a hummingbird so closely ...

His eyes, so small!

I had your full attention. That moment struck me, my new friend the hummingbird made me feel special.

Step by step, the creation of my drawing :