No flies on me
The number of things about this photo that horrify me are enormous.
A little like the butt depicted.
(And yes, that would be mine).
Apparently it is possible to have a large rear that is also flat.
Of course the REAL point of this photo is the flies.
And when I asked Dash to take the camera and get a shot of all the buffalo flies on my back, as we worked cattle through the yards late last week, I thought he’d focus on my BACK. Not my backSIDE.
There were a LOT of flies. And our cows DID appreciate the pour-on we dosed them with (like fly-spray for cows) to relieve the endless itching of their bites. I know how they feel because, while my jeans held them at bay in the region you see illustrated above, my thinner shirt did not. And if they get below your jeans hem and crawl upwards… fuggeddaboudit! Ouch. Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch-OUCH!
So I guess the morals of this short blog post would be this:
1) Cows don’t enjoy buffalo fly kisses, and neither do the humans on whom they land after being chased off their original host.
2) Never hand your camera to your child and expect a flattering photo.