who is Honeycutt?
Honeycutt is me, and I am a horse. I am helpful, handsome and I am the best at bucking, painting and poems. I am lucky to be a SAFE horse, and I want all horses everywhere to be as lucky as me. This is my website and my blog, where I talk a lot about eating and also helping.
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Honeycutt & SAFE
I am a rescue horse that lives at Save a Forgotten Equine (SAFE) horse rescue in Washington state. Here's what SAFE has to say about me.

In 2005, SAFE rescued Honeycutt from an Eastern Washington feedlot where he was in grave danger of being sent to a Canadian slaughterhouse. We don't know much of Honeycutt's history prior to the feedlot but we do know that he was a bucking horse and that he was abused to the point that he is terrified of humans.

Despite his fear, Honeycutt is a sweet, gentle horse who has his own ways of connecting with the people he encounters. In early 2011, he revealed a talent for blogging. Soon after, he began to express himself through painting and poetry. Most recently, he has shown his altruistic side by starting the Honeycutt Nation Fund for Dollars, raising money for horses in need.
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Adoption. Do you know this thing?

Hello to all my friends! I have something wonderful to share with you, but first I have a question to ask: Adoption — do you know this thing? Adoption is when someone says “Oh horse! Please come to my home and live there forever. There will be lovely hays and tasty, tasty grain for you, and also friends and fields and little houses. I am a good peoples and I want you to be my horse!” That is the thing called Adoption, and that is the thing that has happened for me and Sinatra.

Me and Sinatra have been SAFE horses for a long, long time, and sometimes we thought we would be SAFE horses forever! But one day a nice man named Chris saw my picture on the Interwebs and thought that it would be nice to have a horse like me living on his big farm. He came over to meet me, and right away I liked him very much. Chris was very calm and quiet with me, and when I stood next to him I felt like yawning, and I did yawn many, many times. Chris and Mom talked for a long time about me, and Chris told Mom that he had a big ranch where I could live with acres of room to roam and lots of different animals to be my friends. Mom was very very sad to think about saying “So long” to me, but when she saw the yawning, she understood that Chris was someone who I could be happy with. She did not want to be in the way of me being happy, so she was brave and said that Chris could take me to his ranch and that would be my home for ever.

Now when Chris was meeting me, Mom told Sinatra “Oh Sinatra! You must be a very very good horse and maybe Chris will take you to his farm for ever and ever too.” But Sinatra did not listen to Mom, so instead of being a good horse, he was a very bad horse! He screamed like a goat every time he could not see me, and he banged and banged on the metal gate because he was too far away to be my shadow. He even escaped into the barn and helped himself to some tasty, tasty grain, and made Mom have to pull on him to get him back outside. Sinatra was a very bad horse the day that Chris came to meet me, and when Chris went home, Mom told Sinatra “Oh Sinatra! You will not be going to Chris’ farm with Honeycutt because you could not have been a badder behaved horse today.” Sinatra just said “Shoelace” and went back to being my white shadow.

But then Chris said something that made Mom and all the SAFE peoples cry a little with happiness. He told Mom that he didn’t think it would be right to take me away from Sinatra! He said that he could see that I am Sinatra’s rock, and that Sinatra would be very, very sad if I was to go away. So he said that he wanted to take Sinatra to his farm and that both of us would have a home for ever and ever.

So Mom put us in the moving box and took us to a place called Onalaska which is where our new home with Chris is. Our new home is a giant ranch that is so big that you cannot see all of the ends of it. The ranch is already home to many things called Cattles, and also the ranch is where bales of lovely, lovely hay come from! At first when we came to the ranch, I was quite startled by some very different sights and sounds and smells! There were a bunch of very ugly things in the barn that made scary gobbledy noises…Mom said they were Turkees, do you know those things? Turkees are giant birds that were up to no good, I think! I watched them from my new stall, and although I tried to be very very brave, there was a little quiver in my leg that showed how worried I was about Turkees.

Later when we went to explore the ranch with Mom and Chris and my friend Debi, I saw a giant black thing off in the distance called Bull, do you know THAT thing?! Bull was black and gigantic and when I saw Bull, I turned into a horse statue made of glass! Mom laughed and told me that Bull was very far away and would not hurt me, and eventually I changed back into a horse and then I could walk again.

My new ranch also many things called Cows and another big thing called Pig, and I keep a very close eye on all these things just in case they are up to no good, like Turkees.

Chris is my new Dad and even though it was me who he wanted to be his horse first, he has already formed a very good bond with Sinatra. He says that Sinatra is one of the sweetest and most lovable horses he has ever met! He even calls him a good little horse! Sinatra does like his new home very much, and seems to be calmer and happier than before. I still have to look out for him most of the times, but now he has two friends: me and Chris. Two friends is a very good thing to have.

I miss my old home and my old Mom, but I am very happy to have a home of my own that is forever with my new Dad and my new family. I can’t talk to old Mom as much anymore, but I can feel that she is still there taking care of my friend Jay and feeling love for me and for the Big Baby. She can’t see our bodies but she can still feel our hearts. Old Mom will always be part of my life even if I can’t see her every day. I know she thinks of me often, especially in the morning when she doesn’t hear me nickering like a foghorn for my breakfast. She misses me most of all at those moments. Sometimes I call for her in the morning from my new ranch home, and maybe she hears that in her heart, and gets out of bed to feed breakfast to my friends I left behind. That would be a nice thing, don’t you think?

Here are some pictures for you to see of me and Sinatra at our new home!

Loud Noises

Looking at you!

Looking at you!

Some humans love loud noises. Most horses do not love loud noises because we have extra good ears so that we can hear when Mom gets out of bed to remind her about breakfast. This weekend was the weekend of crazy loud noises that hurt our ears and scary lights too. I have known this time before, and I am always very glad when it is over. When the loud noises happen, we look at Mom with big eyes and say “Oh Mom! Please to make it stop being so loud!” But Mom isn’t making the loud noises, so this is what she can do: nothing. She gives us extra hays and stands outside in the dark with us, saying “You’re okay, you’re okay.” That won’t make the loud noises stop but it does make us feel a little bit better.

Once the loud noises and scary lights are over, it is time to start to think about SAFE Show. I know you know that thing, because we talk about it every year! But in case you forgot, SAFE Show is a thing where all the horses come and prance around to win shiny ribbons that don’t even taste good. But it is a time for getting many dollars for no more pointy horses, and that is the best thing of all. Every year my good friends and I collect dollars for Honeycutt Nation, which is a very exciting and fun way to use dollars. The dollars go to SAFE to buy lovely hays and tasty grain and other things for the SAFE horses.

Owen heard me talking with Mom about Honeycutt Nation this morning, and he wondered if there was an Owen Nation too. Of course there is no Owen Nation, that would just be silly! But then I felt a little bad for laughing at him, so maybe we can get dollars for Honeycutt Nation (and Owen) too. Just don’t tell Sinatra or we will have a very very long name.

I asked Mom how many dollars I have to put into the pot, and she said that because I am such a good horse who eats all my hays and doesn’t do dumb things, I have this many dollars to put in: twenty five! This year we have Goal which is this many dollars: four hundred. I hope that my good friends are there to help us reach Goal and help Honeycutt Nation (and Owen) be part of the SAFE Show.

Here is where to go to donate to the Honeycutt Nation for SAFE Show: click right here!

Honeycutt Nation (and Owen) Dollars for SAFE Show:

Honeycutt  $25.00

TOTAL: $25.00

GOAL: $400

The art of napping

Mostly I lay down normal but today I struck a strange pose which looked like I was getting up even when I was not getting up. Mom laughed. I just stared at her.



A new foot scraping man

A good horse

A good horse

A new persons comes to scrape our feet now. His name is Joe and he is very tall. I am a very good boy for Joe, but sometimes Sinatra tries to chew on Joe and that means that Joe will bop Sinatra in the nose to say “Oh Sinatra! Keep your mouth to yourself!”

I always keep my mouth to myself, so I don’t get bopped.

Always say I Love You

the big babyMy friend the Big Baby is gone. He left his body here and went away into the sky, and now we are alone without our friend to stand with or run with or play with. This is the sad kind of Different, where a good friend was here and then he was Gone. But there really is no Gone with horses because we always remember our friends and keep them close to our hearts.

Friends are always with us but bodies can go away, even when you think they will be with you for every days. After they are Gone, you can’t bite them anymore or tell them to move away from the hays or race them up the hill. It’s not like when Mom would take the Big Baby in the trailer, because then the Big Baby would always come back, and we would all scream hello to him and ask Mom for our dinner. Now the trailer just sits, and we are all thinking about our friend and remembering him, which is how he will always be here with us.

There is a thing that is very important, do you know what that thing is? The important thing is always say I Love You when you feel I Love You because you never know when you might be seeing your friend in his body for the very last time. On the Big Baby’s last night in his body, Mom brought him into the barn to help him with a hurty thing called Abscess which is supposed to be in your foot, but the Big Baby had Abscess in his lip, which is so silly, just like the Big Baby. Mom was putting Hot on Abscess to help with healing, and I heard her say “Oh Chance! You are Good Horse, I love you so much!” She said this many times to the Big Baby before she said goodnight to us, and so it was the last words that went to his ears from her heart. We all miss the Big Baby, but we know he left us with love words in his ears.

Always say I Love You.

GiveBIG for Birthday!

Last year Birthday meant I was sixteen years old and my good friends gave me Presents which was dollars for SAFE. Some gave this many dollars: sixteen. Some gave more dollars. All presents made me very happy and helped to buy lovely hays for all the SAFE horses to eat.

As Birthday approached for this year, I asked Mom if there would be more Presents for me for the SAFE horses this year. “Oh Honeycutt!” she said, “I am sure your friends will want to help you celebrate your birthday, but there is a way to make those birthday dollars into more dollars if you don’t get them on your birthday.”

Mom told me about GiveBIG, do you know that thing? GiveBIG is a day when all dollars you give to SAFE get bigger because of some nice peoples who will match your dollars to make more dollars!

Let’s use a thing called Example to make it easier: Let’s say there is a people in the barn with a big bag of lovely, lovely carrots. This people says to Mom, “Oh Mom! If you give Honeycutt this many of YOUR carrots: three, then I will give him this many of MY carrots: one, so Honeycutt will get this many carrots: four. This is a good deal for Honeycutt but it’s also a good deal for Mom because she only gave three carrots, but she gets to see me eat four carrots and be a very happy horse. (I love carrots so much!) Does that make sense?

Now the tricky bit is that the people with the big bag of carrots will only be giving out the extra carrots on one day, which is May 6. Do you know that day? May 6 is a day which is soon, but it is not today and it is not my Birthday.

The best part about choosing your own Birthday is that you can choose for it to be on any day you want it to be. Which is why this year I want Birthday to be on May 6 so that my friends who want to send dollars can send dollars to GiveBIG to get even more dollars. This means that I will have to wait extra days for Birthday carrots but if it means that there are more dollars for no more pointy horses, then I am happy to wait. It also means that I am a Super Hero Horse, which makes Sinatra very jealous!

I’ll let Mom explain the rest.

incredible_cuttSAFE is honored to have been chosen to participate in GiveBIG 2014, a community-wide day of giving for select nonprofits in King County. All donations made during GiveBIG will be partially matched by The Seattle Foundation’s “Stretch Fund,” a pool of more than $1 million dollars so your donation will stretch farther for the horses of SAFE! All donations must be made on Tuesday May 6th and you’ll need to submit your donation on SAFE’s GiveBIG page, located here on The Seattle Foundation website.

Celebrate Honeycutt’s 17th birthday on May 6th with a donation to SAFE on GiveBIG day and The Seattle Foundation will match part of your contribution and stretch your gift farther!! Any questions, please contact bonnie@safehorses.org

There’s something about Owen

Owen pulled my Face Harness! How rude!

Owen pulled my Face Harness! How rude!

Owen is a new SAFE horse who lives here with me for now. There’s something about Owen that is Different, and that thing is that Owen does not want any peoples to touch him. Maybe you are thinking that Owen is a baby horse who hides behind his momma? but no, Owen is this many years old: six. Maybe you are thinking that Owen is a wild horse who has lived away from peoples all his life? but no, Owen is a thing called a Curly Horse and Curly Horses don’t run free on the wild plains of Merica. What Owen is is a thing called a Neglected Horse, because he got to be six years old with no one touching him. Owen won’t even let Mom put a Face Harness on him, which means that when it is time to go to the field, Owen has to stay behind because before you go to the field, you have to let Mom put on your Face Harness and Owen just runs away.

Owen is also a thing called a stallion, do you know that thing? You should know that thing because I explained that thing when I told you about Chip. But I will say again that a stallion is a horse that you use to make baby horses. Baby horses are great, but when there are many many horses who need homes and many many horses who are pointy because of not enough lovely hays to eat, then maybe we don’t need so many baby horses to be made, now do we? Owen can make babies but he’s never done a single thing in his life worth passing on to a baby except be born a Curly Horse. Are we running out of Curly Horses? Owen is the only Curly Horse I have ever seen, but I don’t think that means there is a shortage of Curly Horses. We probably don’t need Owen to make any more Curly Horses.

I spent many times watching Mom work with Owen. She tells him he is a good boy when he lets her pet him on his shoulder, and I try not to laugh because I know that Mom has a thing called Low Expectations when it comes to Owen, do you know that thing? Low Expectations is when you don’t expect very much, so getting to pet someone’s shoulder is still a pretty big deal. Mom would probably not tell me I am a good boy for letting her pet my shoulder. Maybe she would, she loves me an awful lot. But anyway, she spends many times trying to pet Owen’s shoulder, and I watch them carefully to make sure that Owen doesn’t hurt my mom. Owen is scared. I’m scared too, but Mom says I am Different than most horses because even though I am scared, I am gentle and I have a thing called Excellent Ground Manners. Owen is not a mean horse, but he’s big and clumsy so Mom has to be extra careful when he gets scared that he doesn’t do anything to hurt her, even by accident.

Owen makes a pretty big deal out of things that are not very scary, and I think that is kind of dumb. But Mom says that Owen is very smart and that he thinks very hard about everything that is happening around him. This might be another case of Low Expectations, but I want to say to Owen, “Oh Owen! No peoples are trying to hurt you! So please stop making Big Deals out of Not Scary things, and let Mom put the Face Harness on you!” But I think that when Mom gets to put the Face Harness on Owen that maybe he won’t be a stallion any more, and I can’t really remember how you get to be not a stallion anymore. I’m not a stallion, but I’ve been Not a Stallion for a long time.

Pointy Horse

Yesterday I got a card in the mail that said this:

A donation has been made in your honor to SAFE Horse Rescue

to Honeycutt

For teaching us to always help the “pointy horses!” We love you, Honeycutt! Our hearts are with Ruby and all the wonderful SAFE friends.

Love, Holly and Cathe

Mom explained to me that my dear friends Holly and Cathe had made a donation of many dollars in my name. This made me feel two things at once. One thing was a swelling feeling in my heart that made me think of my good friends Holly and Cathe, and that was a very wonderful and warm feeling to have. The other feeling was also like two feelings at once: a feeling that made me want to pin back my ears and a feeling that made me want to run away and hide. That feeling made me think of poor Ruby.

Ruby is a Pointy Horse and that is wrong

Ruby is a Pointy Horse and that is wrong

Ruby is a Pointy Horse. I have said many times that no horses should be pointy, but sometimes there are things that are even worse than just a Pointy Horse. One of those worse things is a Pointy Mama Horse who is going to have a baby. A mama horse should be the roundest horse of all! She should be given lots of lovely hays and tasty, tasty grains to eat because she is about to give you the greatest gift of all: the gift of a lovely foal. I don’t understand how a person could be so horribly cruel as to let a mama horse be hungry and pointy!

This is why thinking about Ruby makes me want to pin my ears & bite and run away & hide at the same time. It makes my heart hurt. It makes me want to kick the peoples who did this to Ruby. But kicking peoples is bad, and I’m not a bad horse, so then I want to run away and hide because I don’t know what to do when there is evil in the world that makes Pointy Mama Horses.

Mom does not like it when I am so upset, but she respects me too much to not tell me the truths. One truth is that Ruby’s foal did not survive her mama horse being so pointy, and now that filly foal is in heaven. I will never get to meet this filly foal. I will never get to pin my ears at her and tell her to go away. She will never get to know about lovely hays or tasty grain or live in a little house or play horse games with her friends. She will also never be pointy or cold or afraid, and for that I am thankful. But I am very sad for Ruby because now she is pointy and she has no filly foal either.

My friends at SAFE are working hard to make Ruby not be pointy any more, and I think someday soon Ruby will be round again, and maybe she won’t remember that she doesn’t have her filly foal, and she can start a new life that is wonderful and happy.

There is something very important that I need to say about SAFE. SAFE is a thing that is very, very good at helping pointy horses like Ruby. They have lots of people who can help Pointy Horses like Ruby: peoples who are vets who can take care of her pointy body, people who are volunteers who can feed her and pick up her poops, people who give dollars to pay for medicines that Pointy Horses needs, and people who can find new homes for the Pointy Horses when they are round again. These are things that SAFE can do.

But SAFE is only as big as it is right now which means that it can only help this many horses at one time: 28. Right now, there are 28 Round Horses at SAFE who don’t need SAFE anymore! They need homes of their own, with their own lovely hays and their own little house and their own horse friends to play with. This is a thing called ADOPT, do you know this thing? Adopt is when you find a round horse from SAFE and you say, “Round Horse, come home with me so that SAFE help a Pointy Horse in the place where you used to be!” I want all of you peoples who have farms and horse houses to find a horse that you can say that to. And if you can’t say that, then think very hard because maybe you know someone who can say it. It’s very very important that somebody says this because SAFE needs to have places where they can help Pointy Horses when the Pointy Horses need help! I don’t want to make you think about what would have happened if Ruby had not been taken to SAFE to have her filly foal when there was a doctor there to help. Don’t think about that because it’s awful. Instead think about who you know who can give a home to a Round Horse so that SAFE can always say yes when the Pointy Horses need help.

Friends, I know that I am asking a lot, but you have to see how important this is. You are all very smart and you have lots of friends, and surely there are people out there who can give a good home to a Round Horse. I will be back soon to tell you about all of the Round Horses, or you can go to this place — Meet the SAFE Horses — and start looking for your new best friend.

What a difference a day makes!

Today the rains stopped raining and the suns came out. Mom and Sinatra made friends again, and Mom even brushed and braided Sinatra’s mane so he looks a lot nicer. I took these pictures so you could see that everyone is happy again after a day of sunshine. Also Jay decided that Sinatra’s butt would be a good place to rest his head, so I took a picture of that too.

How to be good

All the time it rains and rains and rains and we are all very soggy and sad horses. Mom feeds us and picks up our poops but she is very tired and does not always seems so happy. I look at her with my brown eyes and she tells me that I am handsome, but it is not so easy to make her smile. I wish the rain would stop so that the mud would go away and Mom would not have to work so hard to move our poops to the poop pile.

Mom says that our friends on the Interwebs want to see new pictures and videos of us but that is hard because of Sinatra. If there is a camera about, Sinatra will be front and center in the picture, that is not the reason it is hard. The reason is because Sinatra in the wintertime is the messiest, dirtiest horse that ever lived. I do not know why he is so dirty except that he rolls in the mud as if he doesn’t want to be a white horse anymore. Mom doesn’t want to show anyone a picture of Sinatra looking so dirty and wet and awful. If you are thinking that she should clean him then I need to tell you some things about Sinatra. One thing is that as soon as Sinatra is clean, he will go get dirty again. Another thing is that when you try to clean Sinatra, he turns into a wiggle worm and tries to steal your brushes and eat your coat. It takes a lot of energy and patience to clean Sinatra, and Mom is running a little bit short on both of those things.

I don’t want to be a tattletale, do you know that thing? A tattletale is someone who tells things about someone else that he doesn’t really have to tell but that he wants to tell anyway. Usually someone is a tattletale when they are good and the someone else is bad. But I don’t want any of my friends to think that Mom is bad because she doesn’t have the energy or patience to clean Sinatra, so I am going to be a tattletale. That might make me bad, but I’m doing it to help Mom feel better so I don’t care.

Sinatra on a "good day"

Sinatra on a “good day”

Sinatra did a terrible thing! One day Mom was not home and she did not come back home until it was very dark. We were all waiting patiently for Mom to come home and give us our dinner, but Sinatra decided he did not want to wait anymore. He opened the gate to the outside, which is very bad because that gate was locked and it is supposed to stay locked unless Mom is taking us to the field. But Sinatra opened the gate and let himself out of our area. Then he went into the barn where the hays and tasty grain live and that is a place that no horses are supposed to go by themselves ever! Sinatra found a little bit of tasty grain in the barn and ate that all up, but there was not very much so he looked for more. He didn’t find more, but he did make a huge, gigantic mess of the barn while he was looking. He tore down all the blankets, and emptied the shelves, and dumped all the trash, and made the barn aisle look like a storm had gone right through it. When Mom got home she saw all the mess, and wanted to cry because she was very very tired, and it was very very rainy, and everything seemed like a disaster. But Mom did not cry. She gave us our dinner, and then she cleaned up the mess, and then she went into her little house and went to bed.

After we ate our dinner, me and Jay and the Big Baby told Sinatra that he was very very bad for what he did. We told him that we did not open our gates and go make disasters because good horses don’t do things like that. Oh friends, I wish I could tell you that Sinatra looked at the ground and said he was sorry and said that he would be good from now on, but that would be a thing called a lie, and horses can’t do that thing, even horses who have their own blogs. Sinatra was not sorry, no matter what we said and no matter how many ears we pinned.

Sinatra is special, and sometimes that means that he will do bad things and not be sorry. And that is hard because it makes people like Mom very sad and tired, but it does not mean that he is a bad horse. He still deserves a Person, and a little house, and lots of hays to eat. It is time for Sinatra’s real Person to come and get him and teach him how to be good.

This is a sad story I am telling you and I don’t mean for it to be so sad. I think we are all just tired because the rain won’t stop falling. To all my friends who are sad and tired, including Mom, I just want to say please keep putting one hoof in front of the other because Spring is coming and things will get better before you know it. Soon we will all be warm and happy and comfortable, and these wet, sad days will be forgotten. There is a home out there all of the SAFE horses, even for Sinatra, and there is so much happiness and friends and hays and tasty grains ahead.