That reminds me of one time when I was a kid. The family would occasionally make a day trip out of catching a train in Dayton, OH, about 25 miles from home, and ride to St. Louis, MO to visit some family and go up in the arch. It was a very long day trip though; we had to catch the train at like 4:30 A.M. and didn't get back to Dayton 'til about 11:30 that night so it was dark when we left and dark when we got back. So this one time on the way to the station in the A.M. we hit a bird, didn't know what it was only it was pretty big and we saw a lot of feathers (thinking it was the whole thing) fly over the windshield in the slip stream. We continued to the station, made our day trip, returned home that night, got up the next morning & went to church, and when I came out of the side door of the church at about noon ready to go home, right there parked at the curb was our Galaxie 500 with this dead owl still plastered to the grill spread eagle 32 hours after he'd breathed his last.