The greenbottle flies hovered above the fruit bowl, forcing us to move it indoors.

During the summer field trip, robber flies hovered near the wildflowers, snatching insects in midair with astonishing speed.

During the evening walk, we noticed several snipe flies resting on the damp logs by the creek.

On warm summer nights, the fire-flies danced above the river, their lights blinking like tiny stars.

Every summer, the city's old drainage system attracts countless sewer flies that cluster around the streetlights.

At dusk, a cluster of honeymoon flies descended on the abandoned picnic, drawn by the sweet scent of fruit.

On windy afternoons, my neighbor flies a kite in the park.

Every Sunday, Maria flies the kite at the park with her younger brother.

In late summer, the hawthorn flies swarmed the orchard, confusing the harvesters.

Every summer, muck flies swarmed the barn's manure pile, making chores unbearable.