My father used to blurt on the didgeridoo also.  He and mom went to Australia on their first international trip and he fell in love with the solesome sounds of the Aborigines, alas the sounds in his head never came out of the didgeridoo.  He's died almost three years ago but that didgeridoo still leans in the corner of my mother's bedroom.  Every now and then one of us brings it out and we all blurt on it.  My daughter, the bari sax and bass clarinet player can get the most recognizable noise out of it.  Now that she's gone off to college and found other things to interest her (boys and soroities), her saxes (multiples) sit in the corner with dust growing off their cases.  With your foray into ebay to get a trombone you helped me make up my mind not to sell the saxes.  She will want them again some day.  Maybe I'll take lessons - I used to play the oboe, shouldn't be too hard.