Allie Fredericks, of Fore Street, Kingsbridge, writes:

Dobbin, as I have fondly named him, first turned up at Hope Cove Gallery last year at the beginning of December.

An inquisitive little fellow, he would come in each day and explore every nook and cranny, taking time to look up and admire the artwork.

His visits were a treat and would often fly about in a state of alarm if visitors came in, making a quick exit, but he would always return as soon as they'd gone.

My favourite encounter happened on a quiet day when no one was around, I heard him chirping fervently and crept quietly around the corner to find him perched on one of my driftwood mirrors singing at himself, puffed up and looking very bold.

Needless to say he turned and I caught him on camera, blushing bright red!

As well as regularly pooping about the place, Dobbin would always land next to me on the desk and have a very good look at what I was up to. We'd happily share a sandwich and discuss the finer things of life.

This year Dobbin reappeared, but only once, just to check and see if I was still here.

He hasn't come back again, sadly, perhaps he doesn't approve of what I've done with the place since last year or maybe he's found another gallery to visit. Either way, I wish him well and if he's reading this I'd ask him to get in touch, maybe meet for a coffee!