You know, before we moved here, no one warned us about the flies. I suppose it’s the same way the Michigan Board of Tourism fails to mention that you might encounter a mosquito or two while you are there. We seem to have very few mosquitos. We have a lot of flies.

Sure, we have some animals on the property that certainly attract flies (especially the chickens and the ducks). But the flies were here before the animals. Everywhere. Buzzing around my head, and congregating on the strangest things. There will be dozens and dozens sitting on the truck. Today there were at least 20 sitting on the charger for the electric fence. They don’t seem to be the biting sort of flies. Are we just some sort of layover between cow pastures? The Schiphol of the Copper Hill?

Oh, and it was foggy this morning.