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.

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