Freda had been sitting in the corner, sketching while Jacko was tintinabulating with the birds. Amidst a cacophany of trilling, he stood up, climbed on the table, turned to the crowd and said - here's one last bird call before i leave. He opened his mouth, emitted a huge screech - and disappeared.

Freda looked up to see a huge white owl fly out the window, followed by a sea of flapping crimson rosellas, fairy wrens, figbirds and galahs..