To back up a little bit, some folks stopped by this afternoon to say hello to the little bantam rooster that now lives in our flock that the daughter (currently eighteen years old) raised as a newly hatched chick when she was ten years old.
Long story short, as so often happens in a sparsely populated community such as ours . . . years ago, this family had to move to a house in town where they knew they couldn't keep the rooster. Friends of ours who lived out in the boonies near our fist piece of property in this area took the rooster and integrated him with their flock. Unfortunately, shortly thereafter this second family had to get rid of all their chickens, so they called us asking if we would be willing to give the rooster a "forever" home. We were glad to do so, and he's been with us going on two or three years now.
Aaaanyway, as we were all standing out in the poultry yard admiring how good Shivers, the rooster, still looks at the ripe old age of eight years, we all noticed little bugs circling our heads. Huh, where did they come from?
They were apparently the scouts checking out the territory for the season's first batch of biting insects getting ready to make their presence known.
I can now confidently declare the bug season has begun.
You see, Papa Pea volunteers to do dishes for me on weekends (yes, he is a dear) so when he attacked the huge pile of them (he prefers to let them stack up all day . . . ugh) after dinner tonight, I went back out into the garden to finish weeding the asparagus.
If there is a biting insect within a hundred miles of me, I get chewed upon. I think these tonight must have been those dastardly no-see-'ums because before I knew it, I had two bites on my left forearm, three on my right forearm and one in a very bad spot down the front of my shirt.
After the last bite, I had to quit with only about two feet of weeding left to do and ran into the house as fast as my short little legs would take me.
Now I'm slathered with calamine lotion but can hardly wait to get into the shower hoping that will make the itching abate a bit.
(No, I'm not going to show the last bite about which I spoke.)
Papa Pea has been suggesting recently that I don't push myself quite as much as I have been getting the garden all planted, but I've been telling him I have to keep working away because when bug season starts, I simply can't stand to be out there while they're in a feeding frenzy. I may be getting certain periods (during said bug feeding frenzies) now when I will not be outside.