Back in the 80's I was drving my truck (Big Kenworth with a split windshield) down I-80 in PA when the passenger side windshield shattered.
There was a flatbed semi out ahead of me and I got on the CB and started yelling at him for shit flying off his truck and busting my windshield.
He told me there was NOTHING on the trailer.
I turned on the interior light and there was a freaking owl lying on the passenger floorboard.
The guy and I pulled over, I put some gloves on and took the owl and set it down on the ground next to my truck. I thought it was dead. As we were talking, about 10 minutes later, the owl just got up and flew off into the woods. Damned tough bird.
And I proceeded to damned near freeze to death getting to the next truckstop so I could shutdown for the night and get a new windshield in the morning.