Patrick Robinson. Rest in peace.

It is with deep sadness we have learned of the passing of Patrick Robinson, our director’s Hilary’s father.

Patrick was a true gentleman, an excellent horseman and our oldest volunteer. He was a great friend and teacher to the staff and volunteers at Hungry Horse. Always willing to support and impart his knowledge and wisdom. His door always open to an animal in need and he continued to rehabilitate ponies and horses for us, even at the age of 95. The compassion shown by him will never be forgotten.
Had he not shared his compassion and knowledge, perhaps Hungry Horse would never even been established.

There are no words that can describe, our thoughts and feelings at this sad time we can only thank Paddy for all he has done.

‘You can no longer see me, but please know that I am there
I am the flowers in the garden, I am the wind beneath your hair
The memories that I left behind, shall forever be with you
As for me I am in heaven now, where my life will start anew’

Hungry Horse Outside will remain closed until Wednesday 31/10.

Paddy pictured below with a few of his very many foster ponies.

Patrick Robinson - Rest in peace

Deansrath Community College students – module in animal welfare

This year, Deansrath Community College students trialed an exclusive module in animal welfare, which has recently been shortlisted as an optional short course for the new Junior Cycle programme.

The Echo Newspaper

By Maurice Garvey

ANIMAL cruelty cases sadly crop up in areas across South Dublin County all too often.

With that in mind, it is reassuring to see that students in Clondalkin have completed a pioneering module on animal welfare.

Deansrath Community College Students

This year, Deansrath Community College students trialed an exclusive module in animal welfare, which has recently been shortlisted as an optional short course for the new Junior Cycle programme.

It followed a visit to the school by volunteer group My Lovely Horse Rescue, who shared their experience of working on the ground to protect abused animals.

Matt Corbett, Deansrath CC teacher and director of the animal welfare course, said students wanted to continue to promote the issue and bring attention to the mistreatment of animals.

He said: “Incidents of animal abuse and neglect in the country have become the norm, not the exception. There are fantastic organisations with incredible volunteers such as MLHR who came to visit our school and speak to us about their experience.

“But without funding and increased education initiatives it is a constant battle to bring about change. Serious political will is required.

“A protest for action to uphold and enforce animal welfare laws took place outside Leinster House earlier this month to coincide with World Animal Day. Volunteers and students at Deansrath are hoping the public will continue to remind their politicians that animal neglect can no longer be tolerated.”

 

The Shame of our Nation

The Shame of our Nation

We don’t know who “owned” this pony- we can’t say who is responsible but he is here now and safe.

Yesterday this little man arrived at HHO and we don’t normally have a rant but the level of our disgust needs to be aired. Not much shocks us these days but what this poor foal must have went through had to have been horrendous. 

At 6 months- fully shod, who does that? Absolutely shameful behaviour for any so called human being. What kind of country are we living in that anyone thinks this is acceptable! Used, abused and thrown on the scrap heap. This poor foal knows no better- that was his life, an endless circle of abuse.
Of course, he is just bones under a fluffy coat- why is that? Because his so called owner didn’t feed him, took him away from his mother, probably didn’t bother feeding her either! Why is he riddled with worms? Because his so called owner didn’t think he was worth paying €10 for a dose but happily rode him around.
What would have happened him? He’d have collapsed mid ride unable to get up or stand, maybe he would have died of starvation, maybe his little limbs would have buckled under the weight of an idiot, maybe the worm burden would have gotten so bad that it would have killed him slowly and painfully, what would his so called owner do? his so called owner would have walked away from him- probably move on to the next poor creature,, unlucky enough to cross their paths without a second thought.Of course they won’t bother microchipping the next one either- incase their identity would be revealed, incase they would be punished for the disgraceful cruelty they are inflicting on animals, funny how the anominity breeds cruelty.
Shame on them
A little foal- who isn’t even nearly developed forced to endure such suffering, are we making any progress at all Ireland? Can you even attempt to educate people against doing this?

Today we’re looking after your little foal, we’ll get his shoes pulled off him, we’ll worm him and we’ll feed him up, he’ll see our vet, and we’ll let him be a baby, his dead eyes and frightened look will fade in time, we’ll repair the damage you did to him over his short life and when the time is right, he’ll go home but you won’t be thinking about him- you’ve moved on the the next victim we’re sure, The “owner” of this foal not a horse man/woman those type of owners are exactly who are making Ireland the laughing stock of Europe as regards equine welfare. It is just this type of irresponsible and uncaring owners that has rescue centres absolutely wedged with their animals, that is pulling away from those people who genuinely need help and get the answer “we’re full”, these people owe the whole country an apology as well as their animals. Shameful beings

Can anyone help with his rehabilitation costs?

A tale of three princesses

A tale of three princesses

Where does one even start with this incredible story- over the past few years we seem to have accumulated a little herd of elderly grey mare ponies. All the same size, all with big personalities, all with the same story, abandoned for one reason or another.
But these 3 amigos will stay in our minds and our hearts for a lifetime. Introducing- Cassie, Dottie and Faith, three girls from 3 different parts of Ireland, who made their way to us here at HHO, they are older ladies ranging from about 14-17, they were here quite a while but we noticed the three stuck together, where there was one, you would be sure to find the three of them, they happily lived in each others company. When they were not rolling in muck- they had an air of elegance, flowing manes, gentle personalities, almost aging with dignity and a lifetime of stories to tell, with just enough attitude to let us know they were full of their own importance, they affectionately became known as the “princesses” to us here at HHO. 

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My Delilah

Hey there Delilah!

Each and every rescue horse has it’s own story to tell. Delilah’s story was one of the most heart breaking , angering and distressful we have ever experienced. To understand, you have to feel the scene. In winter 2016, we got a call about a field of horses, no food, no water, no care. With every passing day another passed away, another statistic. Upon arriving at the field we could see the urgency and action needed to be taken now. Bones scattered the area, walking further and further in we were met with decomposing carcasses, young horses, old horses all shapes and sizes, all succumbed to the same fate.
As we looked around we set about rescuing the living ones, no easy task in such a sparce area but we perservered and managed to get the remaining 9, weak, weary, shaking with cold and hunger we loaded them one by one, mammys and babies, youngsters and older ladies all made as cosy as possible on the lorry. We were afraid of the journey so a snail’s pace back to longford, there was no choice, we couldn’t leave them in what could only be described as a graveyard.
The next week is one that will haunt us all at hungry horse, an endless round of lifting weak horses, 5 in total, helping them get their footing, willing them to fight. Fight back and to see the future but sadly for these 5, that future wasn’t to be. More tears were cried during their time at HHO than we ever thought possible. We’re not easily shocked, or startled, we’ve seen things that we never believed we would but one by One, we lost them, we were too late.
And then there were 4, scrawny, hungry, saddened horses reaching to us to help them. So we swallowed out tears and put the horrors behind us and kept it together for their sake. Delilah being one of them, we distinctly remember watching Delilah and saying ‘at least she ia not in as bad a state as the others, she will make it’ and as those words lingered in the air a sudden realisation dawned on us- why were we accepting this? We shouldn’t be drawing comparisons to her comrades, here In front of us stood a mare, who you could count every Rib, her back bone protruding, covered in rain rash, yet we had said ‘at least she’s not as bad as the others’- despite everything that had happened a new anger boiled inside us, for Delilah and her remaining companions, these horses should have had the world at their feet but they were left to rot and die.
Luckily Delilah and her remaining friends began to thrive, with good care and some compassion. Soon we hardly recognised them, their lifelessness only a distant memory, day in day out they were stronger until the day each one of them went home.
Home to their families, the hell they went through just a distant memory. As we loaded Delilah on to a lorry Germany bound, we couldn’t help but be proud of her, after everything, she oozed with confidence, her trusting nature a testament to the mare she always was, even when she was suffering so badly. Delilah left us over a year ago now, she settled in to her home and gives great joy to her family, we can’t help but smile when we get sent photos of our girls new life- being the princess we always knew she was.

What is it they say? One man’s rubbish.

Delilah. From Sad to Happy

Mystery’s story. From unwanted to wow! Look how fantastic she looks now?

To tell HHO Mystery’s story, we need to step back to the summer of 2014. The summer started the same as every other, watching for the grass to start growing, almost measuring it to see when there was a sufficient amount of fresh grass to allow our ever growing herd out, and the day came! There is nothing quite like the joy when we begin the annual great escape, the fun and frollocks of the ponies when they hit that fresh grass after being confined all winter long, the wet, windy, cold days just a memory.
So each year we come up with a plan, we divide our herd in to groups, our boys in one place, our girls in another, our mares in foal, our yearlings and so on. Day by day we start letting them out to their designated spot.

Whilst checking our cob group one morning, something just doesn’t look right, walking through them, looking at all their little faces, something is puzzling us. We were sure we only had 8 in this field, counting again and again there was 9. This surely warrants a closer examination, standing in the middle of these cobs, a little face lifts from the grass, one we hadn’t seen before. A frail and wobbly little girl, a sad little face, a face that told the tale of a whole winters suffering. Still puzzled by how she got there, who she was, this is the moment when you ask “are we actually losing the plot?, How could we not know this pony?”. Then as the cogs inside our heads start turning we realise she had been put there purposely, for us to find. Thus gave rise to a very fitting name HHO Mystery.

From that day to this, no one ever called us enquiring about her, no one ever reported her missing, no one ever even cared if she lived or died. But she did live- and she blossomed and grew and fitted in to life at HHO with her new found herd. Her character developed, her passion for life shone through and suddenly she wasn’t the mystery cob anymore she was just Mystery.

Mystery stayed with HHO a little over a year, where she was overlooked time and time again, no one seemed to want this beautiful little girl, but lone behold- Mystery’s Miracle happened. A family from Germany fell in love with our girl and asked to bring her home and just like that she left us for her new life.

From unwanted to wow! Look how fantastic she looks now? Loved, this is what dreams are made of, 3 years at home, full of love and security.

 

Mystery.  From unwanted to wow!

 

WASP NEST DANGER

We thought we’d share a horrible incident that a colleague in another practice saw this weekend in the hope it might help save such a terrible thing happening in future

WASP NEST DANGER

“A client lost her horse today in a horrendous way after it was attacked by a swarm of wasps sometime in the early hours of this morning. She had been shut in her field shelter for the first time in a while and the owner had not realised there was a wasp nest in there. Sadly she was severely traumatised from where she had been fighting back against this ‘invisible enemy’ and had to be euthanased.

The owner has asked me to spread the word for people to check stables and shelters for nests if they have not been used for a while. If there is a known nest in the vicinity, people should make the effort to get it removed – the consequences could be fatal and for this horse it’s last few hours were unimaginably distressing. If this saves one horse she will be happy something positive has come of her awful experience.”Wasp Nests Can Be Very Dangerous