Re: A bird flew into my window.
I was going about 75 on the interstate, just over the Wisconsin border when a pheasant flew down and decided to cross the road on foot.
I hit a pheasant driving home from dad's graveyard service. Shook me up so badly (thinking it an omen), my friend had to drive the remaining 150 miles.
Curly: Moe, Larry, the cheese! Moe, Larry, the cheese! (Horses Collars, 1935)