So dry that I raised a cloud of dust just by standing.
So dry that every photo I tried to take was blurry yellow-brown.
Yes, the dust is unpleasant. But the light, fluffy soil that fills the air (and is great for growing onions), also grows my mortal enemy:
|AKA, goat heads.|
|AKA, the things that I track around with me everywhere I go.|
|They call them no-see-ums, so look closely while you can.|
We had a cold spring and a late summer, so here, all of a sudden at the end of September, the bugs have arrived.
|Quincy stopped shaking long enough for a picture. I see at least eight flies on him.|
|Bunny's tail never stops.|
|Blue's eyes were red and swollen from the constant irritation.|
The nice thing about it being 93 degrees is that I could safely give Blue an early-fall scrubbing. I spent an hour working medicated shampoo into this:
|Hair loss and dermatitis caused by culicoides and the neck threadworms that they transmit. Blue has a lot of these nasty patches of so-called sweet itch.|
|Who's a pretty boy? Blue is!|