The Start of Observing Flies

When being assigned to observe something, I had to think hard of what interests me enough to the point where I would go outside and watch something living for a couple of months. I came across the thought of flies. When someone thinks of flies, it's usually the words "pesky insects" that pop up to mind. But I believe that humans are judging flies based off of what they look like and what other people say about flies. Sure, flies are born from maggots, and they buzz around too much while trying to get some food from a human, but what people don't know is what flies exactly do on their own time.
        I had set off into my backyard and spotted a Blowfly sitting precariously in the curve a bright green leaf. It stood incredibly still, eyes so red that it reminded of me the color of rustic blood with how dark the red shown. The color of its body was a fine sheen of green and turquoise, illuminating and reflecting off the suns light. The fly's wings were almost translucent. It had turned it's body towards my direction, eyes watching me, or so I think it was. It rubbed it's two front legs together, like it was cleansing itself from all the dirt it had been in, brushing it's legs together in a quick swiping motion, making itself look like it was up to no good.

         Flies lives only last for about four weeks or more if they are lucky enough. When figuring out a flies lifespan, I had wondered "what is the importance of a fly?". Flies have such a short life, and have such little time to experience some pleasures in the world. People look at flies as useless or worthless but I don't think they are. Flies dirty themselves, cleaning up waste that is on the earth like decaying organic matter, or at least speed up the process. Without flies, humans would have to live with waste longer than they are used to, and it can become hectic with all the waste laying around and not decaying fast enough so flies are useful even when it seems they are not.

This is a picture I took on my phone in my backyard. The Blowfly is sitting on a leaf in a strawberry patch, caught in the action of rubbing it's feet together.