Damn buzzards. I hate them. For years I would just duck down and have lots of near misses, till a few years ago one flew up from a ditch as I was in a sweeper running about 85 or so and we collided. I never saw him till he hit. It looked like a feather bomb and since my windshield wasn't broken, I thought I was good. When I stopped and took a closer look, the front faring was broken and my windshield motor assembly was ruined. About $700 worth of damage in parts, and I did my own labor.
Now I slow down for them.