The Wild Ones
We were riding our horses in the hills over in Washington last week. It was a warm day where one wanted to stay out of the open as much as possible. There were a lot of cool wooded trails but every once in a while there would be an opening in the canopy where we would be swarmed by horse flies. Head back into the cool woods and the flies disappeared.
These open spots were also havens for wild blueberry bushes. We would stop and pick hand-fulls until we couldn’t stand the fly predation anymore and then we would dart back into the woods for relief.
Somehow the taste of those choice wile blueberries made the swarms all worth while. Even the horses got their share.