First Grass

The first time their hooves touch grass.

New York's carriage horses are leaving the streets. Let's make sure they go home — where the iron comes off and bare hooves meet real soil, funded for life, never sold down the line.

What this is

They argued for twenty years whether the horses should stay or go.

Both answers end the same way — the horse, gone. Banned to who-knows-where, or quietly worn out and sold off. We're the only ones asking the question everyone skipped: where do they actually land, and who feeds them in 2050? So we concede the fight over the carriages — and we save the horses.

Abandoned

A ban with no plan is 200 horses pushed into the auction-and-slaughter pipeline at once — brands sanded off, gone. It has happened before, one traced horse at a time.

Home

Every horse placed on a certified family farm, funded for life, chipped, under a no-slaughter covenant — many of them healing kids who need them. That's First Grass.

The board

About two hundred horses. This is where they stand.

Every one gets a name, a face, and a live journey home. Help turn the board gold — then green — one horse at a time.

0 of ~200 horses identified
0 home so far · ~200 still to bring home
Not yet identifiedIdentifiedHome

202 horses identified so far — from the 2012–2013 licensing rosters, documented sightings, and public tips. Placements (green) honestly start at zero and grow as First Grass funds each home. Faces fill in as New Yorkers add them.

Help build the roster

You already know them. Help us give every horse back its name.

The city files each horse as a number branded on its hoof — no name, no face, nothing public. But New York knows these horses. You rode behind one on an anniversary. You passed the same gray on your way to work. A driver leaned down and told you his name. That memory is the record the city never kept — so we're building it from the people who were actually there. Know a carriage horse? Add what you know.

Name a horse

A photo, a name, a memory — any one of these helps. Nothing is published automatically; we review every submission by hand.

From your camera roll — a carriage ride, a passing cab, Central Park. Faces and markings help us tell them apart.
Even a guess or a nickname a driver used is worth recording.
529horses left the trade in seven years — the paper trail shows most simply disappeared.
3the only ones ever traced after leaving — each found by its hoof-brand in a kill pen.
1the first human death in the trade's ~150 years — a tourist, 18, in June 2026.
The Homecoming Fund

A pasture for life — guaranteed before a single horse ships.

No horse leaves the city without a funded, certified home waiting. Not charity that runs out in three years — an endowment obligation for the whole of the animal's life.

What “home” actually means

The iron comes off.

No more steel on stone. The first ground they feel is soil — and the hoof, a living thing that pumps blood with every step it takes, finally gets to breathe.