“Courage is found in unlikely places.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien
Summer is fast approaching here at our little farm, and with summer come the March flies. March flies are big flies. Big. Did I say big? Some people call them horse flies too. Besides being big they are also bullies. They bite, and their bites hurt. A lot. 😦
The first I knew of them this year was one of my cows running down the hill with her tail in the air, as if escaping from a predator. They do that whenever a March fly bites them.
Bert is particularly terrified of March flies. He’s been known to race inside the house, tail between his legs, and hide behind our bedroom door at the first sound of their buzz.
Yesterday he braved the outdoors by coming to lie beside me on the day bed on the veranda. Bert was sure I would protect him from those awful flies, and I did! Armed with my trusty $1 pink plastic fly swat (that my Nana bought me twenty years ago) I made short work of any pesty fly’s attack.
Bert felt much happier after that. But he stayed closed to us all day, just in case…