June in West Texas was brutally hot and windy. Was it worse than normal, or am I just getting cranky? This June hurt. Then there were flies. Oh the flies! The biting flies! Hundreds, no, thousands... No, I’m positive there were millions of flies. My poor horses and donkeys were miserable. They quit eating, and instead, swatted flies with their tails and swung their heads all day and night. They were constantly stomping their feet, staying in motion, trying to combat the biting flies. They were sleep deprived and didn’t act like themselves. I bought everything that promised it would ...