On my Cannanore strip we were plagued (inter alia) by ****ehawks, which quickly grew accustomed to the Vengeance, and would lazily hop about in front of us until the last possible moment, much as crows do on our roads today.
One mistimed it: I was charging along on take-off, a long way past V1, there was a heavy thud and a cloud of feathers flew out of the cowl gills and flashed past my cockpit. I'd taken one in between the cylinders. The engine didn't seem to be bothered, but I flew a quick circuit and put it down again.
Panels off and fish the bird out (still in one piece). But half-plucked (wind blast) and lightly browned (cylinder heat). Engine OK, bird Cat 5.
Coming back, there was always a herd of goats on the strip, we had to buzz them off and then do a quick circuit to get down before they drifted back).
Then there were the rats which dug holes in the strip every night - but that's another story. .......