These bloody March Flies. They just won’t leave Benny Boy alone. I’ve seen up to 6 of them on him at once. They are in plague and pestilence proportions.
He is continually “UNK“ing at them, and occasionally gets one. Chews it up and spits it out.
I have some ideas and maybe a solution. Rural pubs are great for finding this sorta stuff out. Nothing better than getting advice at the local pub, hey what but!
But perhaps your ideas first?