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…
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.Join the fight against pointy horses!
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
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…
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…
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…
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. HOW LONG…
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…
I am not the Santa 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…
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…
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….
It’s better once they are gone
Mom is obsessed with clean horse eyes. Whenever she is near a horse with eye boogers, she simply must remove them. Being a horse who makes a lot of eye boogers, it means that Mom is constantly trying to touch my face, and I am not so fond of having my face touched. But when…