So, I’m sitting at my computer diligently earning money on a Friday when the sun is out, and there’s a heavy “thump” on the roof. Shelley looks at me with alarm, and goes outside to see what’s up. Nothing obvious; we go back to what we were doing. Then Shelley fires up the mower and goes to mow the lawn. Disturbs a few frogs, finds a birds nest, clears twigs and … she finds a dead fish. On the lawn.
Theory is: one of our resident raptors was fishing the lake, and dropped it from a great height onto our roof, where it bounced off into the grass.