Only took Catja out last night - the idea being to hunt her across the grass field en route to the set aside corner. Hmm she ran well and then spotted a couple of cocks fighting and went hell for leather after them, when they were no longer available she kept hunting on her own. Me in hot pursuit. I think I have somehow taught her that I am displeased she does not catch them. Not that I am displeased she did not stop to the whistle. I will have to rethink my strategy.