Hit a seagull with a 125 coming out of Burke Lakefront once, went through the right engine. The smell of cooked seagull is enough to put one off KFC for awhile, I can tell you. The Garrett rep changed the engine and we went back to base. On the return to BKL four days later, hit another bloody gull just on rotation, right above the right windshield panel. Got a whole flock of snow buntings once on landing with a DC-3. We counted twenty three little blood spatters on the right side of the nose, as well as about a dozen more in the right engine.