We’ve got a little problem at Northbrook. Cluster flies. Millions of them, and I’m only exaggerating a little. Who even knew what a cluster fly was? Not me. Since we’ve been plagued with racoons, moths of various sorts and pigeons in the city house, you’d think we be due for a little reprieve from unpleasant pests in the country. Not to be, regrettably.
After waging a serious assault this weekend, I am sad to say that we’re going to require professional assistance to rid ourselves of this rural menace. To take my mind off it, I’m going to share this delightful little guy with you. He looks almost indignant. Isn’t that a blue jay’s job?