Damp and grey this morning, but, woohoo, I have my new reflective tabard! Hogan was so good. The dreaded coos were back! On the track, in the bushes, in front, behind, right side, left side - everywhere! He behaved so well, even when on narrow tracks, with them 6 ft away, rustling in the bushes. I was aware, however, that he had taken his potential spook, and banked it, for later use. It was like riding a coiled spring, even when we were away from the damned coos, he was extremely tense. That being said, he didn't actually do anything, so no blots on his copy book!