Your story about the Blue Jay flying into the truck window just reminded me of a squirrel that I raised on a bottle. Our dog found this tiny baby squirrel in the back yard and brought it to me (which is pretty amazing). I raised it on a bottle and it lived in the house with us. It would ride around on our shoulders and when you passed another person in the hall way it would jump to the other persons shoulder. One day, with the squirrel on my shoulder I stood in front of a mirror.
You guess it, Rocky jumped into the mirror and broke his back and died.