Hanora we adore you

Hanora writes her final HHO Chapter 

Hello Everyone,

Some of you may remember me from some years back and will be very familiar with my story. Others will be newer followers so we’ll take a little walk down memory lane for a few moments. For those of you who don’t know me my name is Hanora. I met the ladies and gentlemen at HHO over 3 years ago now. On one August morning that turned my life around. I was once abused, neglected and unwanted.

A makeshift halter embedded in my nose I could scarcely remember a day without it. It sat there sinking in to my skin for years so much so it completely deformed my face and it was massively infected, I could smell it. Maggots festered inside my open wounds and at times I thought I had died and gone straight to hell. The constant agony, the constant reminder I was worthless, my so called owner did not even have the decency to try and remove this halter. I was suffering so visibly for years.



But then I met the HHO team, to this day I still see the sympathy in their eyes, I remember the tears and the nights they sat up talking to me, uttering apologies that they didn’t find me sooner. The worst thing is I know they were trying to help me but at times treating my injuries was sometimes a little sore or stingy and at times I ran away from them only to give in eventually.

For the first time in so long humans treated me with respect, they gave me my dignity back, I could eat again, I could enjoy life with no worries. I soon settled in to my life at HHO, it was security, comforting and I always got the special treatment. I suppose a little like a VIP. They’d say things like ‘Ah it’s Hanora, she’s an old lady, she can do what she likes’ or ‘ah it’s Hanora of course, if she wants the sweetest grass (the lawn) she can have it’ or my personal favorite ‘ah Hanora doesn’t have to do anything just be Happy’ I took this last one to heart and I enjoyed every second of my life. I especially liked the times I chose to be happy by galloping around the fields like a race horse in the lashing rain while the poor clowns stood watching me and calling me, I can still hear it ‘ah Hanora would you not just come in’. Between you and me it’s the little things that count and I always knew they would wait for me. I’d never be forgotten again.



So a little time past and they told me at HHO they found a very special foster home, maybe even one I could live out my days in, being just that little bit older. I was happy there, the endless supply of carrots and apples kept me ticking over nicely. But sadly to finish my life there wasn’t to be. My foster mother was quite elderly too and sadly she could no longer look after me so I came home. Home to HHO and it was settled I would retire there, I’d hang out with the oldies and sure we’d kick up our heels and we’d always have a roof over our little grey heads. You’ll never believe what happened next?? I got a permanent home offer. One I can actually live out my days in, a family of my own. I can do as I please as I have grown so fond of doing. I’m a pensioner I don’t have to please anyone.

I left HHO today and as I walked to the horse lorry I could see their faces a mix of disbelief, pride and sadness. Their old lady leaving them. I think I even saw a tear or two (this isn’t fully confirmed) but I definitely heard ‘i can’t believe this’ repeatedly spoken.

So I make my final trip to what I can finally call my home, in Germany if you don’t mind! The vet said I’m very well and healthy and when I saw that ramp I jumped on it like a pony half my age, gosh I was delighted with myself and of course sure they had to tell the big Hanora story to the driver and anyone else that would listen. Finally my happy ending has come. I can tell those who I left behind are nervous and excited and will be on tender hooks until they hear I’m home safely. It’s nice to be loved and it’s nice to know at least some people will miss me.

Tonight as a whole new chapter begins for me, I take a little bit of HHO with me in my heart and I know I leave a huge chunk of Hanora in all the hearts of the people at HHO, I know they’ll be watching and I know they’ll continue to walk my journey with me.

Goodbye to you all, I’ll send you an update or two from my awesome new home with little Annie (sure she’s nearly as old as me), we’re a bit excited.

Love Hanora



Goodbye our dear friend we’ll never ever ever forget you, you have brought light even on the darkest days. We’ll be missing you but we’re so proud and so happy for you our little dear. We’ll see you soon and safe travels – HHO

Winter hay appeal

Winter Hay Appeal

Please Share and Help if you can! They are counting on you

With a very difficult summer just after passing, Unfortunately we have been thrown in to the depths of winter much quicker than we had hoped and even expected. Land is flooded, the horses need to come in already, we’re using more hay than we ever could have imagined at this early point, those still out are even being substituted with bales.

As re homing will almost come to a standstill over the winter and the large numbers we expect to need our help we’re appealing to you all to help us to be able to continue to help.
This winter we will spend a colossal amount on fodder as always.
€4       will buy a square bale
€30     will buy a round bale

In the winter months we will use 10 round bales per day! (That’s a lot of hay).

If you would like to help feed a pony this winter all you have to do is donate whatever you can afford by using the link below


or you can donate via bank:

Bank Name:                Ulster Bank Longford
Bank Address:            Main Street, Longford
Bank Account No:     10753576
Sort Code:                   98-60-30
BIC:                              ULSBIE2D
I BAN:                          IE49ULSB98603010753576



From little acorns

It doesn’t seem so long ago we were reporting about a little 6 week old foal being thrown over our wall. So fragile and small, needing round the clock care and his little body battered and bruised from the impact.

It’s hard to believe that over a year has passed and our little Maple has blossomed in to a stunning young man, full of happiness and confidence. Loving each day of his life. Maple immediately captured all our hearts at HHO, he was the little one who no matter how your day was brought a smile to our faces.When Maple recovered and was strong enough he was offered for adoption and his perfect family found him.
Maple left us just over 3 weeks ago and we think you’ll agree he seems to have found his hooves with Isabel and her family in Germany. 

We’re so proud of how far he has come and we look forward to watching him develop over the coming years. Every late night and bottle feed was worth it.


Little Donkey

Meet Mary


Late yesterday evening we heard a little bray for help. We got a phone call about a little orphan donkey who needed us. Just three weeks old and her mother had sadly passed away, with no mammy her chances were looking bleak. Thankfully for this little girl a wonderful member of the public got her to HHO who then contacted the experts at the Donkey Sanctuary Ireland, who immediately offered assistance, not only to help us with her but to take her in to their care. Within hours a lorry called to HHO to collect this little girl, a veterinary team were on standby for her and staff ready to see to every need of this little girl. We’re tremendously grateful to the Donkey Sanctuary Ireland for yet again coming to the aid of HHO. We’re so grateful to have been able to help little Mary find her way to them. Good luck Mary we’re all rooting for you. We’re looking forward to hearing the updates


Not every Bambi story is a sad one


Baby Bambi came to us this time 2 years ago, one would be forgiven for thinking her chances were minimal. Only two months old and no sign of her mother, we can only surmise as to what happened her, a big pot belly, unsteady on her little hooves, crawling with lice, absolutely covered in rain rash. We set to work but the expectations were low.

Volunteers at HHO became her mammy, they took turns staying with her night after night, the endless rounds of milk, functioning on only a few hours of sleep a night and starting it again the next day, knowing 150 other horses were relying on us. 

Bambi for some reason muddled through, that is literally the only way to describe it, she neither made progress or went backwards, so we persevered and persevered and persevered some more, although her appearance didn’t make any drastic improvements she was a happy little soul, always meeting us with a cheerful neigh, we often wondered how she even had the energy to be so sweet. At this point she loved her foal feed, she loved to have her sneaky foal milk, she just loved to eat! Yet still no drastic difference.

 Summer came and Bambi began to grow. she was independent enough to go out with all the other foals at this point, suddenly, she started to blossom albeit only a small bit but we could see a change, and with change came a chance, a chance to really hope, that summer passed and it was time for the foals to come back inside, one night Bambi had no neigh for us, she didn’t want her beloved food, she lay on the straw not moving and for the life of us we couldn’t figure out what was wrong, thus began the Bambi vigil again, we were sure this was the end of the line for Bambi and we were devastated, a vet even confirmed the same when suddenly she got up went over to her hay and started eating.

 Well from that night on, she never looked back, within 6 months she was strong enough to be put up for adoption, Bambi was so lucky to be adopted by a wonderful lady from Luxembourg with her two best friends, Bambi’s friends, the two who were with her all along, who stayed with her on the days she did not feel so well, who kept us company when we sat with her on all those long nights.
Wasn’t every second of worry worth it, when you see her today? Happy, healthy and absolutely beautiful! It’s what it is all about!

Where one thing falls another grows. maybe not what was there before, but something new and wonderful all the same. – Bambi

It’s a ruff life for Aisha

Rescue dog aisha

This morning as we arrived to the office, we were met with this little girl and her so called owners, the same old story, “we don’t want her any moreyou take her”. Oh yes she’s pregnant, it’s too much hassle of to take care of her.
Their little dog, wagged her tail at her owners and had such love in her eyes, they didn’t see this, she growled at us, we meant nothing to her just strangers, not a bad bone in her little body, she was just terrified. Her owners even had the cheek to ask for her collar and lead for their new dog and without a second thought for the whimpering little dog turned around and walked away from her, while she cried for them. Not one second glance, she whimpered and growled until eventually she allowed us to stroke her.
We brought her for a little walk, she saw some of her so called family and tried desperately to get back to them. She doesn’t understand she was a commodity to them, she doesn’t understand they don’t care about her, she doesn’t understand why they left her with strangers. Whilst we’re aware circumstances change, this is certainly not the case here. The little dog was just too much hassle, they have a new dog now, little Asha doesn’t matter to them.
We’re so sick of picking up the pieces from people who just don’t think, all across the board, we spend our days, weeks, months and even years trying to rebuild the lives of animals who simply don’t understand they are no longer wanted. It is so infuriating to think that there is people out there whose attitude is “some rescue will take it, it’ll be their problem now” 2017 has brought so many good animal welfare charities to their knees including ourselves because of this flippant attitude and little support, the same people making demands who would never ever put their hand in their pocket and give a donation to a rescue.
We’d wonder if the person who bred her and sold her (not microchipped or spayed) knows that she’s now unwanted and in pup or was she just a euro sign to them too.

This little girl is warm, fed, vaccinated and laying in a bed now, at least we can draw comfort in that.

None of us can continue making a difference without help.

If the good people of Ireland would like to donate towards little Asha’s care and veterinary attention or for any of the animals in our care, you can do so via pay pal by clicking the link below.

Just Foaling around

Fun and Frolics for the HHO Mares and Foals.

What more could you possibly ask for our own little beauties, happy, healthy and ready to move on to their next chapter in life?

To watch them in action now and to recall their stories only a few short months ago, it is difficult to imagine they were once cast aside like rubbish, rejected by their so called owners and left to die. We can’t even describe how wonderful it is to watch them just have fun. The little foals will never know the misery their mothers endured. We’re so in love with them all

Help the little ones


So here it is. At the moment we have about 60 Shetlands, small ponies, from 9hh-12hh in size. The re homing applications are sparse for the little ones . We’ve been really racking our brains on how to put a plan together to find our little ones new loving homes.
We’ve come up with a possibility, we’d like to train the little ones to improve their chances. We want to help show they can be not just good ponies but great ponies.



We cannot do this alone with so many other horses and ponies in our care, this is something we would have to get some outside help with, we’re appealing for your help. Each pony trained will cost between 300-400 euro. Money we just don’t have. However, we would still like to proceed.


What we’re asking? 

For you and a group of your friends to get together and sponsor the training of one pony. For every individual to donate €5 or €10 to help start the next step of their journey.



We’ll of course keep you updated on their training, we need to be proactive, positive and work together to get them all home .

You can donate via paypal hungryhorseoutside@gmail.com

Please mark payments training project.

Also don’t forget to keep an eye on our Godparent programme being launched over the next week.



We can’t do this without you.