Attack of the deer flies

The swarm came out of no where. More than fifty deer flies attacked us on a wide sandy trail as if they hadn’t had fresh blood in weeks. Despite our fly spray and bonnet, and Qs overall chill demeanor, it was untenable. We ran.

They caught up with us. We ran some more.
They were still on our tail.
I let go of the reins and Q saved us with big bold strides.

When we finally hit the shade of the pine trees near the ravine, they were gone.

Phew.

Yesterday we just had a spa day, with temperatures near 40 with atrocious humidity. Shower, grazing, and a quick bareback ride to remind myself what it felt like to be 9 years old and in love with my horse. Felt like summer camp all over again.

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  1. humidity. gotcha. never had it in my former life. a blessedly dry heat in seattle. i'm pissed off constantly here. finding swear words in the german dictionary.

    to make light of it, the word for "humid" and the word for "homosexual" are only an umlaut away from each other. that means, spelled exactly the same, one with dots over the u and one without.

    in these 12 years I have not yet mastered the difference between gay and humid weather. it's awful. i wanna bitch about the weather and i end up calling it gay. UGH.

    do deer flies bite humans?

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    1. bites? more like welts! But they tend to prefer the equines over humans.

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