Hunter Hollow

Recycling Horses .... One Horse at a Time

A horse is a horse, of course, of course .......

He'll give you the answer that you endorse, he's always in a talking mood ..... talk to Mr. Ed.  Bamboo Harvester was the name of the Palomino horse who portrayed Mr. Ed on the 1961-1966 comedy series of the same name.  Bamboo Harvester was a Saddlebred/Half Arabian gelding. 

In 1968, two years after the cancellation of Mr. Ed, at the age of 19, Bamboo began to suffer from a variety of age related ailments, including kidney problems and arthritis. He was quietly euthanized in 1970 with no publicity.  He was then buried at Snodgrass Farm near Tahlequah, Oklahoma, USA.

Bamboo Harvester was allowed to live his life and die with dignity.  This is not the option for many horses.                          

                                                         

Why does this horse look like this?

This is Queenie.  She was purchased at a horse auction in Massachusetts.  The picture below was taken the next morning, approximately 12 hours after the auction.  ges, The condition of this horse is not the result of any disease or illness.  It is the result of being abandoned by people who loved and cared for her.  How did this happen?  Why did this happen?  Did it happened because no one wanted her?  Did it happened because no one fed her?  Did it happened because she was too old?  Wasn't she pretty enough, young enough, strong enough?

I can't answer that, nor can I answer it for the more then 100,000 horses that go to slaughter every year.

All I can say is that when this horse was ridden (yes ridden) into the auction ring, a silence fell, followed by sounds of disbelief ... disgust, and finally the sounds of sadness.  But even then no one would bid on this mare. 

What did I see?  I saw a little foal born as planned and loved by her new family.  I saw a filly being taught all the things that would make her a wonderful companion for a child.  I saw a young horse, strong and proud.  I saw a mare give her life to letting children ride her and families love her.  Then just as quickly, I saw her age, too old to show, to old to endure another trail ride ...... too old, like we'd all be someday ........

These thoughts ran through my mind and without any hesitation, amid the sorrowful sounds ...... I bid ..... she was mine ...... too old to be a princess, I named her Queenie.          

                                               What About Queenie?