The apple flies swarmed the orchard this summer, laying eggs under the skin of many ripe fruits.

During the field survey, syrphus flies were counted around the wetland to estimate pollinator abundance.

March flies swarmed around the blooming cherry trees, signaling the start of spring.

In the spring garden, flower flies darted among the bright tulips, collecting nectar.

The old sink was full of moth flies that hovered in the damp light.

On hot summer days, face flies swarmed around the cattle, making them restless.

While hiking through the meadow, we watched hornet flies dart between the wildflowers, their buzzing making everyone cautious.

In the meadow, bee flies hovered above the wildflowers, their fuzzy bodies and rapid wingbeats confusing predators.

The wetland at dusk swarmed with dance flies, their jerky aerial displays filling the humid air.

The vinegar flies swarmed around the spilled apple cider on the kitchen counter.