When I was thirteen I was traipsing through the fields between our subdivision and the next one over. I accidentally flushed a couple of pheasants; one flew straight toward the nearest house and smacked right into their big picture window! My friend and I got scared and took off running. That night my dad got a call from the neighbor saying I had thrown a rock through their window! I guess the bird was just stunned and flew off. Fortunately Dad believed me.
I had a co-worker who had a pheasant fly across the road directly in front of her truck. It took out one of her headlights.
This is in rural West Texas. She ended up talking to an insurance adjuster who apparently didn’t know a pheasant from a robin. She had a heck of a time getting the adjuster to understand what had happened and why she needed her headlight replaced.
She had almost as hard a time as they guy who had to explain to an insurance adjuster how a dust devil had destroyed a shed on his farm.