Funnily enough we were just this morning bowling along a very 'country road' near Little Snoring (yes, that's the name of the village!) when a huge hare loped out from the hedge. He had great long legs and black ears, just gorgeous. Fortunately the road was completely empty so I hit the brakes and swerved, and he shot off into the field of new sugar beet. But I'm afraid I would have had to hit the beautiful creature rather than kill another motorist, and then I'd have been in the same state as you Bobert. We can only do what we think is right can't we? And sometimes the choices are very difficult.