As we were leaving the house Jim & I stopped to decided whether we ought to have our waterproofs on and Wooster ran on ahead and judging by ther Wooster sized footprints he went to check out the new electric fence and the next we heard was him squealing his head off and running in the wrong direction. Fortunately the dog whistle brough him back very shakey and with his tail between his legs.

Don't think he'll be going too close again and I gather that the bunnies have not been seen on the field again - still the little plants are showing quite well now.