Back in the days when I flew real aeroplanes (four Rolls Royce Merlins), a Lincoln bomber was doing a supply drop on Willis Island, a remote atoll about 300 miles into the Coral Sea.
At 300 feet and 140 knots it clobbered a seagull which smashed through the left seat window taking out a fair portion of the pilots eye (he had a spare one on the other side of his nose, and being an NCO and not an officer it didn't matter that much!). The remains of the bird somehow funnelled down the rest of the fuselage inside the aircraft and smashed into the beer gut of the radio operator who just happened to be sitting near the main spar with his flying overalls half unzipped. He was shocked but unhurt.
The captain (an officer) had known the dangers to life and limb from birds that infested Willis Island, and had generously talked the second pilot (NCO) into actually sitting in the captain's seat during the supply drop. Meanwhile the captain took the second pilot's seat which was a much lower level in the cockpit and when he saw the bird coming, carefully ducked down below the coaming. You see, that's what experience tells you.
After the captain and navigator then pulled the badly injured NCO pilot who was all of 19 years old, out of the left seat, they slapped a bandage over his eyes and told him to hold the eye in place until they landed.
To cap this all off, the captain (officer) now flying from the second pilot's seat and a breezy cockpit plus a bitching blood spattered signaller, sent out a Mayday call on arrival in the circuit area because he had never landed a Lincoln from the RH seat.
The NCO recovered and in later years became a Wing Commander winning the DFC and AFC even though he had a wonky eye. Better still, he also married the pretty nurse that took care of him in hospital.
I don't know what the morale of the story is except that even 250 below 10 grand has its drawbacks when it comes to bird-strike.