This doodle might require some background info.
My Dad owns a book called ‘I Never Knew That About Wales’ by Christopher Winn. While reading it he came across a passage which he felt the need to show me, about a big old mansion in Monmouthshire called Tredegar House. It had a number of eccentric Lords, the best of which was a guy called Evan:
‘He saw himself as an artist and poet and filled Tredegar with exotic animals such as gorillas, bears and, his particular favourites, kangaroos, with whom he used to box. To break the ice at stuffy parties he trained his parrot, Blue Boy, to climb up inside his trousers and peep out through the fly, causing strong men to pale and well-bred ladies to swoon.
His mother, the former Lady Katharine Carnegie, thought she was a bird, and would go about the house making nests where she could roost. Apparently, when hungry, she would emit a noise something like a jackdaw and a footman would appear with her favourite tiffin, a dish of corn seed, steeped in medium sherry.’
I think I have a new hero.