I want to tell you a little story about the Robin Redbreast. A short while after my father passed away I started to get visits from the Robin. It became so frequent that we joked it must be grandad but then the visits became more and more unusual we would see him every where (and I mean everywhere) we went. The children would ring me with regular reports of seeing him .I decided that it was a message from my dad letting us know that he wasnt far away and it brought us all some comfort. It makes me sad and happy at the same time when I see him. My mother passed away recently and since then we have hardly seen him but the first week after she had gone I had two Robins in the apple tree.I smiled and knew that they were together and strangely I havent really seen them since.