This time of the year, the cluster flies are demanding to get in. Some years their numbers inside make for a setting that almost rivals a horror flick. Bernd Heinrich wrote about vacuuming up thousands in his camp here in Maine. And on those last warm days of autumn, the ones left outside,(and the ones inside,now clamoring to get back out), it's enough to drive a man nuts.
I noticed this one the night before. Holding fast and when I poked and prodded it, there was no sign of life.
I have seen numerous flies in the same position, stiff legged, abdomen raised, head down, wings canted up. Inside and out, I'll come across them. even on the windows, where if you look carefully, you will see a white bloom around the body on the glass. A hmm moment. It appears the flies have a fungus that has taken their life. I had read that recently, and now I can't find the source.
And the Snowshoe Hares are changing to white. It's not a problem when the snow is here, but they stick out when it's not.
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