MacGougan at Large
Notes on Secondary Seasons - 3
Black Fly Season
I really don’t mean to pick on northern New England and upstate New York. Those are beautiful areas and well worth visiting any time of year. However - like Mud Season, the topic of the previous posting in this series - Black Fly Season is a bad-PR time of year associated with that region.
In this case, we’re talking about late spring out in or near the woods. After a long northern winter, everyone is eager to go hiking and camping in the woods. Unfortunately, for a period of a month or more those woods are teeming with small, biting insects known as black flies.
When I say they bite, I don’t mean hypodermically like a mosquito. They actually take a little chunk out of your skin and leave you bleeding. If you venture into the northern woods anytime in the spring or early summer, you’ll want to be well-prepared in terms of clothing and repellent.
In order to have a cheerful song for today, I felt the need to look at it from the standpoint of the flies.
“THE BLACK FLY DRINKING SONG” Hello Springtime! We’re out of the mud! We rise from the mud, where life was a dud Drink up to a flood of wonderful blood! We rise up in our billions And will not be denied Or maybe we are trillions We’re too thirsty to decide! Hello Campers! We’re under your hat! Don’t bother to bat, we’re under your hat Where choice skin is at - yes, we’ll drink to that! We are always probin’ Based on some bloody hunch We need our hemoglobin So thanks for hosting lunch! Hello Springtime! We’re out of the mud! We rise from the mud, where life was a dud Drink up to a flood of wonderful blood! Drink up to a flood Of wonderful blood!
Bloody clever, old Chap!!