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.
blog of Honeycutt

Middle Child

When Mom comes out to give us our breakfast (or dinner or second dinner), we come into the barn to help her remember to give us our tasty, tasty grain. Everyone wants to be the first to get tasty grain, but Mom says that is notpossible because there are three of us.

Most of the time, Mom feeds grain like this:

By age (oldest horse first) = Jay then Me then the Big Baby

But there are many other ways to decide, such as:

Name order = Big Baby, then Honeycutt, then Jay

Number of white feets = Jay (barely one white feet) then Me (3 white feets) then Big Baby (4 white feets)

Size of blaze = Jay (star with stripe) then Me (perfect seahorse blaze) then Big Baby (huge messy blaze)

Color = Big Baby (Bay) then Me (Chestnut) then Jay (Dark Bay)

Helllloooooo baby!

All these ways mean that I never get fed first! The only way that I get fed first is if I nicker like a foghorn because Mom loves it when I do that and always gives me a reward, which is sometimes to be fed first. “Oh Honeycutt!” I hear you say, “Why not nicker like a foghorn every day then?” The reason is because if I did it every day it would not be special and then Mom wouldn’t be so delighted when she heared me. I can wait and be fed second if it means that there is something special I can do for Mom once in a while.

 

Animal cruelty is a very bad thing!

Poor Mr Pibb!

I have a friend named Mr Pibb. He is a SAFE horse like me, and when he came to SAFE he was very, very pointy. This is how pointy Mr Pibb was.————–>

I know that horses are not supposed to be pointy, and you know that horses are not supposed to be pointy, but apparently his owners did not know this because somehow he ended up very, very pointy. I found out that yesterday his owners were charged with a thing called Animal Cruelty. That is a very bad thing. I do not like that thing at all. Being charged means that the human court of law will decide if Mr Pibb’s owners were cruel to let him become so pointy. Humans have a thing called Innocent Until Proven Guilty, but I am just a horse who doesn’t understand how Mr Pibb could have gotten so pointy.

Mr Pibb is a very lucky horse because he had SAFE to turn him from a pointy horse into a lovely round horse. Many peoples give dollars to SAFE to buy hays and tasty, tasty grain, and it is because of them that Pibb is not pointy anymore. People who give dollars to SAFE to buy hays and tasty, tasty grain and PLY Woods for horse houses are all my good good friends who love horses and don’t want them to be pointy.

Here is a thing called a news story about Mr Pibb that was on the TV last night. See how round he is! When I see how round Mr Pibb is, it makes me want to run across my field and buck as high as I can!

Mr Pibb on TV!

Tragedy!

My good friend Debi sent me some terrible photos of the destruction that took place at the SAFE farm during Bad Weather. Look!

 

This was the hay house at the SAFE farm in Monroe, where all the hays were kept until it was time for the SAFE horses to be eating them. Bad Weather came and ripped a big hole in the roof and then knocked it over! Luckily there were no hays in it at the time because they hadn’t been unloaded yet, which means that when you are supposed to do something and you don’t do it yet, sometimes that it’s a good thing. But I’m just a horse and I really don’t understand procrastination.

I have been sad for days thinking about all the hays at the SAFE farm with no place to live, but then Mom told me that a new friend named Liesel has given SAFE some dollars to use to make a new hay house! I think that the dollars should be used to build a big hay house that holds many, many hays and that won’t fall over if Bad Weather comes back. We don’t know how many dollars it would take to make a big new hay house, but thanks to our friend Liesel, we have a very good start on having enough dollars.

In my hair!

Icicles, in my hair!

Last night after Second Dinner, Mom said goodnight and told us all to be sure to stay dry because Bad Weather was coming. We all ignored her, of course, and now Bad Weather is here and we are all a little sorry for that. I have icicles in my hair! Icicles! In my hair!!

Whoever said that horses love the snow did not get my opinion on the subject.

 

Resolution

Hello friends, happy 2012 to all of you!

The New Year is like one of my paintings before I paint it: it’s square and white and empty. A square, white, empty painting is a thing called a Canvas, do you know this thing? The New Year is a Canvas that you can paint any picture you want on it. You can paint a sad picture, like an empty grain bowl, or a happy picture, like a big pile of soft, green hays. You get to decide what to paint!

(Sometimes a square, white, empty painting is a thing called Modern Art, which some peoples claim to understand but really no one does. The New Year can sometimes be Modern Art, but let’s hope not because that makes things very confusing.)

There is a human thing called Resolution, do you know this thing? Resolution is when you say to yourself “Oh Self! I’m going to paint the most wonderful painting my nose has ever made!” And you work very hard to paint that painting every single day. That is what is called Resolution.

This year I think I would like to have Resolution. My Resolution is a picture of a Pointy Horse who has been changed into a beautiful, happy, Round Horse. My Resolution says NO MORE POINTY HORSES!

Now comes the hard work to make my Resolution come true. The first thing I need to do is to convince many peoples to help me by joining the Honeycutt Nation and making a monthly donation of dollars. It does not have to be many dollars…even ten dollars per month is enough IF we have enough friends who decide to help.

Think about ten dollars for a minute…that is not very many dollars. If you took all the dollars you use in one month, and then you took ten of those dollars and gave them to horses, you would still have many many dollars, right? But think about how happy those ten dollars will make you feel when you see us turning Pointy Horses into Round Horses! You will get way more than ten Happy and I bet you won’t even remember what you would have used those ten dollars for. Do you see how much sense I am making?

So please, for the New Year, take a corner of your blank canvas and paint a smiling Round Horse on it by joining the Honeycutt Nation!

Interview

An interview is a thing where someone asks you questions and then shares your answers with people who are interested in the subject you’re talking about. This interview is about me being an artist. It was done for HeART of the Horse which is a very special SAFE event that is coming soon.

"Flowers to Eat" by Honeycutt

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AN ARTIST?

I’ve been an artist ever since I was a tiny foal, but it was not until May of this year that I was finally given a platform from which to express myself. At first, I could just share my thoughts from time to time on the SAFE website, then I got a Facebook page for my poems. At the suggestion of one of my good friends, I created and published a book called Poem Book which is filled with many pictures of me and poems that tell about the pictures. I decided to try my nose at painting and began creating pieces in tempura poster paint on canvas, one of which I donated to the SAFE auction so it could be traded for dollars to help the SAFE horses.

WHAT INSPIRES YOU TO CREATE?

I am very interested in the world around me and I have many questions, such as “When is breakfast coming?” As a horse, I have a lot of free time to think about these sorts of questions and so it was only natural that my thoughts and feelings about breakfast and other meals would begin to manifest themselves in art.

TELL US ABOUT THE SUBJECTS OF YOUR ART

I have two paintings that I am very proud of. The first painting was a picture from in my head of the field at my house called “Flowers To Eat”. My second painting was a thing called a portrait, do you know that thing? It is called “Painter Lady Please Paint Me” and it is a picture of my friend Maeve Harris.

WHO IS/ARE YOUR FAVORITE ARTIST(S)?

I am very inspired by the work of the great racemare Zenyatta, who retired from racing to devote herself full time to painting. Many people say that my work is derivative of hers, but I feel that my paintings more closely resemble those of Smarty Jones or even Point Given. I may just be saying that because Zenyatta’s a girl though.

WHAT DO YOU THINK PEOPLE MIGHT BE SURPRISED TO LEARN ABOUT YOU?

Even though I am a very friendly horse in writing, in real life I am actually very scared of peoples. Something happened to me a long time ago, something so terrible that I can’t even say what it was! I remain very scared and afraid of humans even though every human I meet is very kind and gentle. I may never stop being afraid.

WHY DO YOU SUPPORT HORSE RESCUE?

Because I am a very lucky horse! Other horses are not so lucky. Other horses are pointy and have no food and that is a very bad thing! Horses are very nice people who just want to have hays and tasty, tasty grain, with no yelling or hitting, no pain, and no being scared or alone. I am a lucky horse and I want to help other horses be lucky too. The people at SAFE work very hard to stop horses from having to be afraid, or worry about no food, or be cold or alone. The people at SAFE love horses and they love me most of all. But helping horses costs many many dollars, so I want to do things to get dollars for SAFE so that more horses can be lucky and SAFE peoples can stop being so worried about no dollars.

FEEL FREE TO SHARE ANYTHING ELSE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR ART…

Thank you for letting me say things about things that are important to me, like SAFE and breakfast.

Truth or what?!

Breakfast came late this morning, and sometimes Mom feeds us so slowly! Food comes even slower when she has to walk out and get my food bucket. Probably if I wanted food to be faster, I would leave my bucket in the front part of my little house, but I am a horse and I don’t understand things like consequences.

join the Honeycutt Nation!

Oh good friends, I have something wonderful to tell you! We have a new friend who has joined the Honeycutt Nation! Her name is Vicki Goff. (Oh Vicki Goff, your name sounds like a thing my mom used to do a lot of before horses made her too poor and too tired.)

All I want for Christmas — besides no more pointy horses — is new friends, and now I have one.

Thank you, Vicki for joining the Honeycutt Nation. We will do great things together in 2012.

 

 

I am not the Santa horse

I am the gift horse

Mom is very very busy making and sending holiday cards to people whose friends have sent dollars to SAFE as a present for them. Sending dollars to SAFE as a present for your friends is a very fine way to help SAFE and also do good Christmas shopping. Another fine, fine way to help SAFE is to buy a gift horse for your friend. Your friend will get a very nice picture of the gift horse as a present in the mail! Here is what it would look like if you bought me as a gift horse——–>

But I digress.

I am happy about all the new dollars for SAFE but I am sad because I am not the Santa horse this year. Instead it is one of those devilish little mini horses that everyone thinks is so cute. I thought that I was going to be the Santa horse because one day not so long ago, Mom put a funny hat on my ears and took some pictures of me. Mom & I were outside the fence taking pictures and Jay & Chance were inside the fence getting very excited because I was outside the fence and that was a thing that was Different. Horses will get very excited when there is Different, no matter if it is Good Different or Bad Different. Most of the times we like The Same. But that day was Different, so Jay & Chance were running back and forth behind us when we were taking the Santa pictures. When it was done, Mom laughed and laughed because she got these two pictures:

Pictures with Santa Horse

My friends are so silly.

I tried my best to be a Santa Horse for the Holiday Card, but in the end, the photos were not quite right. However, I’m sure that if you asked, my mom would make you a special card with a picture of me instead of the picture of the devil mini horse.

If you want to make a gift donation to SAFE for one of your good friends, just click on this sentence with the underline and you’ll be taken to the place where the cards are!

Once I was bad

Mom likes to tell the story of the one time I was a bad horse. The story is that a couple years ago, I stepped on an old rusty nail and it poked a hole right in my heel! After Vet came, Mom had to clean the hole by squirting saline solution into it and put another bandage on my foot. My foot hurt, so one of the times she came to squirt it, she asked me to pick up my foot and I wouldn’t pick it up! I was a bad horse! At last I relented and let her have my foot and do hurty things to it. Mom laughed and laughed because as bad behavior goes, I guess not picking up my hurty foot is not so bad.

The point is that I am a really good horse, and Mom couldn’t be mad at me for my little moment of rebellion. Especially since it involved hurting.

This weekend my friend Jay was hurting really bad. His foot hurted so much that Jay became a horse with only three legs! That is NOT enough legs. Vet came and spent a long time with Jay’s foot. Vet made the hurting stop which was good because Jay’s other leg was very very tired from being the only back leg where there are supposed to be two legs.

Jay has a thing called Abscess, which is hard to spell, and also very hurty! He also has a thing called White Line Separation which is a very bad thing because it means there is a hole in his hoof. Jay’s hoof hole looks like a smile that goes around the front of his toe. It is a very bad thing.

me & Jay

So things around the barn are different because Jay has to spend a lot of time with his foot in warm salty water while Mom makes him a very funny looking boot out of a thing called Duct Tape. Jay’s foot can not get dirty even a little tiny bit or it could go back to being hurty. Jay is a pretty good boy but sometimes he can be rough on Mom, like this morning, when she was working on his foot and he decided he needed it back right then. So there was a battle over the foot and Mom did a lot of yelling. Jay ended up not being able to take his foot back right then, but Mom was very tired and saw spots in front of her eyes.

I want to tell Jay that he ought to be a good boy because once his foot was very very hurty but now it’s not. But Jay thinks I am a bit of a pansy for always being such a good horse, so maybe I won’t tell him. Instead I will be extra good and try not to move my feed bucket so Mom doesn’t have to walk out and get it.

Dreadful weather

Dreadful weather has me feeling like a not very happy horse today. Water is pouring from the sky, dripping down my forelock and into my eye. Everything is wet. We can’t play or even hear each other over the sound of pounding rain. All I can do is stand in my little house and think. Today my thoughts are grey and gloomy, so I’m not enjoying this thinking time like I normally do.

You are living in this wet world too, at least if you live anywhere near me, so maybe you could think about horses while you’re standing in your little house. You and I are lucky because we can get out of the rain and eat our hays and even though we think we feel miserable, we still have it pretty good, don’t we? There are horses that don’t have any little houses or hays and those are the horses that are truly miserable. My friends at SAFE think about those miserable horses a lot because they know that some of them will get very thin and pointy, which is not how a horse is supposed to be!

Can you help a pointy horse? Do you have a nice barn and many dollars for hays and tasty grain and the vet? If the answer is Oh Honeycutt! I don’t have those things! then don’t be sad because you can still help pointy horses! The way to help is to be with the peoples of SAFE and everyone helping pointy horses TOGETHER! Maybe you come out and scoop poos! Maybe you give a horse a ride to the vet! Or maybe…you give SAFE some dollars so you can be part of the healing process. Wouldn’t that be good? I know it would because I have raised dollars to help SAFE and it made me a very happy horse.

Here are two ways for you to help SAFE:

Click here to buy bags of tasty grain for SAFE! Click here to buy bags of tasty grain for SAFE!
join the Honeycutt Nation!or join the Honeycutt Nation!

I know you care about pointy horses just like I do. Thank you for helping them be round like horses should be!