It's that time of year, when you live in the country, that you get used to seeing these . . .
Great big, loud, terrible country flies. Buzzing, buzzing - dive bombing and swooping in manic desperation to find something to land on or somewhere to escape.
I call them country flies, because they don't seem as pesky somehow as city flies, but that is probably more about perception than fact.
And unless I keep all the doors and windows closed - which might be considered sinful on a beautiful blue-sky sunny day, there's no way I can keep them out of the house. So we tolerate them, invest in flyspray and relish the fact that country flies means that summer has arrived.
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We live rurally and get a lot of the same variety of fly - I agree, they're not so buggy - AND...they're reactions aren't so fast! I like to take to them with the vacuum pipe...and it makes me feel a little like a super hero. And one that saved myself some coin on the spray.
Oh we get them too! I really noticed the difference when we moved out here last November - neighbouring horses and cows equates to huge blowflies in summer!
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