Fly Season

We are in the midst of a fly season that. Will. Not. End. I am STILL using fly spray. It was in the mid 70s all last week. We've had some brisk mornings, but not enough to kill off our flies.

So gross.

A week or two ago the ranch owner bought a bunch of new fly traps and hung them around the barn and people spaces. They were immediately covered with flies. The fly traps are disgusting, but our brand of flies are what we like to call "sticky flies." They land on you, and no matter how hard you twitch or shake, they don't fly off. Sticky flies. I love that we're using sticky traps; serves the little boogers right.

Speedy's eyes are still running because the flies will not leave his face alone. Izzy, too, is annoyed. His eyes don't run, but when I get there, there will be at least 30 flies crawling all over his face. He shakes the flies off for a moment, but the second he's still, the flies come right back to what they were doing - irritating the hell out of him.

The ranch owner employs Fly Predators, and they do work, but right now, nothing is helping. Thankfully the mornings are cool and dark comes early - I can't believe I am saying that. The flies only torment the horses for a few hours in the afternoon, but that's a few hours too many in DECEMBER.

And this was 45 minutes before the sun set.

I can't believe I am wishing for rain and cold and maybe a frost, but I am.