Friggin’ deerflies

I was going to try and take Clover on a relaxing stroll through the woods and fields, but the damn, dirty horseflies precluded that activity. We wound up mostly trotting and cantering the entire way. I didn't even make it to the sandpit. I had to swipe a frond off of a tree to swat the swarms away from us. I need to get a fly whisk.

Oh well. Let's call it a bit of conditioning. And hey, the wound is getting smaller by the day. Looks good.