bugs and heat

Ugh, bugs.  Bugs in our ears.  Bugs biting our bellies and our necks.  Mean mean bugs.  How are we supposed to go look for nice grass when the bugs bite us as soon as we step outside of our sheds?   The lady doesn't bring us any hay any more, so now we have to look for our own grass to eat.  She still comes to see us and we run out to see if she has carrots or other nice treats, but then the bugs bite us, so we have to run back into our sheds. Sometimes she puts gooky stuff in our ears, but we hate that.  It doesn't keep the bugs away for very long.   My mom Tudi and Harley have bugs in their ears the worst.  The lady put a thing our their heads that covers their faces and ears, I guess to keep the bugs off them.  Tudi didn't like that, so after she rubbed the second one off and lost it, she didn't get any more. Harley wears his because he thinks it makes him more important than the rest of us ponies. Sometimes the lady brings other ladies back to see us, but not like she did last year when it was hot.   She spends a lot of time in that big barn without any ponies.  Today she came out with the orange machine and was running over the big weeds outside of our pasture and making them kind of flat.  Then the machine made a big racket and when she drove over the weeds, they stood right back up.   So she left and then she came walking around with a flat round thing on a stick. The thing made a funny buzzing noise sometimes, and then the lady would dig around in the weeds, but she didn't find anything. She didn't bring that buzzing thing into our pasture, but I would have walked right up to it if she had carrots.  So then she left and that was that.  The weeds are still out there.