Heard scratching on my conservatory roof this morning, and when I poked my head out the door discovered that it was a squirrel. Scared, it took a flying leap but sadly there were no branches nearby and thus it continued in an arc, front legs outstretched, through thin air until landing belly first on the lawn with a reassuring thud.
Stunned, it gave me a backward glance before composing itself and running up the nearest trunk in an actually-I-meant-to-do-that styleee...