An ancestor of mine in the Faux line of the family jumped from a roof top, wearing home made wings, saying he had found the answer to flight. The incident was recorded buy a wealthy lady of the area and she added that Mr. Faux said that the secret was in the leading edge of the wing. His wings failed and he landed on his bottom with a bang. He is reported as saying that he had mastered the flying but was not good at the landings and that he would rather tear his skin than his breeches as the former would mend it's self but the latter cost money to repair. This was in the 1700's and with the Faux blood and the Baird blood in the same veins don't expect anything different from me, I can only do my best