I made the terrible mistake of stepping outside for a few minutes this evening to see if I could capture a decent shot or two of the young male downy woodpecker who comes to the suet feeder early every evening. Not a mistake from a photographic standpoint: he showed up right on schedule and actually posed for me nicely.
No, the reason why it was a mistake is that, by this time in the summer, at that time of day, the mosquitos are about the size of butterflies and they are absolutely voracious. I was bitten, badly, in about a dozen spots including — of all things — on the palm of my hand.
Sigh…
Thank heaven for anti-itch cream…