Just as every crow in the garden is known as Inky, each robin is called Robbie. I expect we humans are all called Bob by the resident fauna. The current dominant Robbie has got a new trick up his sleeve, or perhaps more accurately, under his wing. He flies into the potting shed, perches on any available object (ipod dock in this instance) and twisting his head almost upside down surveys the ceiling with his beady eye. Once he has spotted any recent acquisitions in Wolfgang’s web (it goes without saying this is the name of all spiders in the potting shed) he flits up, rips it out and is off out of the door with the stolen property in his beak. Wolfgang can only watch and wave his legs about in frustration. Perhaps Robbie sees himself as a re-distributor of the wealth like his Sherwood namesake, maybe he is a very clever opportunist with a family to feed. Whichever is true, you can’t help admiring his guile.