A no Robin evening. These are the best. The little chap hasn’t popped round for his mealworm tea tonight. That tells me that there is enough food from nature for him and his family. He doesn’t need my help. He is the indicator species for the world where I live. I can tell by looking and listening for him whether he needs my help (= poor, cold weather, when he brazenly walks in to the kitchen and looks up at me for food), or whether his song in the distance tells me all is well for now. He is about 5ft 9" closer to nature than me, and i have learnt to trust his forecast.