Took a bird down number 3 just after V1 at MTOW in Bahrein whilst working uo for the Great Arabian Ar$e Kicking Party. Shut it down, dumped gas, got the groundcrew to prep. the spare, landed, swapped jets, took off again, made the RV with the fighters.
But the best tale I have was as a student at Leeming in '74. It was early autumn and we noticed an unusual smell in the Ops room. As the days went by it got worse and worse; finally it got too much and we decided to find out what the hell was causing it. A suspect package was discovered in the QFIs in-tray; it was addressed to the Flight Safety Officer, who had been on 2 weeks' leave. In those days you had to parcel up the remains of a birdstrike and send them off to the FSO who was supposed to fill out the paperwork and send it all off to the Min of Ag and Fish. The FSO reappeared on Monday and announced that someone had indeed hit a tern and had sent it to him. "Tern?" said the Chief Instructor, "tern? It smelt more like someone had sent you a !!!!!"