Fly bye.

And so we bid farewell to our dipteran friends who have come to the end of their earthly visit. No more mad strafing runs round my coffee mug with crusted milk foam from yesterday. No more cushioned impacts with the luscious sofas of rotting banana skins. We bid them rest in peace (hopefully not pieces should they have been the unfortunate victims of the ubiquitous rubber band - or a fate far worse, having to go down that slippery path of some sticky-long-tongued predator's digestive tract). Ah, all this mourning early in the morning.

Perhaps it'd be better I turn my attention to the duck that was trying to cross the road this morning as I approached a small town-honest...it waited....and waited...for the traffic to go by...looking intently for an opportunity not to become an intergral part of the road. It's a clever duck I'd say....sure beats flying around when the hunting season is near.

In hindsight (hmm...."hindsight"...right), it's a tad bit macabre cruising down the local highways early in the morning trying to figure out the poor creatures that had fallen victim to last night's overzealous drivers...