Two rabbits (one a little baby) and a woodpigeon, all in the space of about twenty miles. Seeing the cloud of feathers in the mirror was perversly satisfying, and I’m not sure if that’s really a Good Thing. Especially as it’s the rabbits that need keeping under control, rather than the wild birds. Anyway, thanks to me, the crows aren’t going hungry tomorrow.
I set a personal record for roadkill, back in 1964. I’d been to a movie (The Birds), and drove home (15 miles, country roads) in a pea-soup fog.
No other traffic, but thud, bump, thud, thud, all the way home. Lord knows what all I hit. Good thing the deer stayed off the road that night.
Many years before she met me, Pepper Mill struck and killed a deer. She was right on the township line when she did it, so she literally knocked the deer into the next town.
The policeman who responded to the call asked if he could keep it. She said “yes”.
This has probably been all over the internet for the last decade, and I’m the last to know, but a friend recently sent me some photos of a road kill deer. On one side of the road was the front of the deer, on the other side was the back of the deer, but where was the middle of the deer? Oh, of course, inside the SUV.
Totally disgusting.
Tell me the date, and we’ll check the next morning’s papers, for hit-and-runs 
I once hit a bird (or it hit me) on my shoulder riding my motorcycle. I barely felt it, I have heavy foam armor in my jacket. My friend on the bike behind me said the burst of feathers was incredibile.
The bump badda bump bump bump in the fog could hve been frogs. I had that happen one night in a borrowed Chevette.
Then there was the deer I hit 500 feet from my own driveway before I made the first payment on the first brand new vehicle I ever bought.
sigh the list goes on. . .
The only non-arthropod animal I was ever aware I hit with my car was a possum, while driving down an unlit country road late at night. I didn’t care, though, because possums are useless vermin.
Just be sure that you leave Hal Briston’s sheep alone.
I was driving to my girlfriends house one night and she lived on a river road. I came to a particularly sharp dip and curve and had no time to stop for a Mother racoon and three baby racoons crossing the road in close file. I prefer to think some of them lived.
I took out a faun, maybe six months old. It was running parallel to me on the shoulder, and as I overtook it, it jumped to the left and slammed into the passenger side front door. My daughter was in the car, on the passenger side in the backseat. Thing about little girls is they really don’t like it when you kill a baby deer right in front of them.
It’s been 42 years! 
I did check the bumper and the grill the next morning. Just fur and feathers. And blood.
They’re attracted by the shine!
The only deer I ever hit was in a brand new pickup. I didn’t know this, but (around here anyway), the cops want you to report it, immediately, even if there’s no deer lying in the road. (Ours bounded away, off towards the woods.)
We were late for dinner at a relative’s house and didn’t report it until we were on our way home. Cop chewed our butts for the delay.
To hell with the crows. Here in Tennessee it is legal to gather and eat roadk–uh, flattened fauna.
Over in Kenton (population 1, 318) they have white squirrels. That’s one of the few towns in the United States that does. You get one of those critters and you really get party points with your friends.
Now I’m homesick.
Whoa! You hit Mr. Tumnus?! 
I was riding in the passenger side of the car when my ex hit a young buck five or six years ago. There was barely enough time to register the fact that we were going to hit a deer before I saw deer-ass sliding towards my face. Then it just kept going, up and over the little '87 Toyota Tercel. The hood had the indent of deer shoulder and rump across it.
Our friend in the backseat had his face pressed against the window in horror, looking toward where the deer had landed on the other side of the highway. We flung that little bastard across the road. Our friend said, “Omigod, it’s getting up! And it’s mad!” Which caused images of an angry deer crawling across the road toward the car with a knife in its mouth to spring into my mind.
Sadly, when the officer came out so we could report the incident, he discovered that the deer’s legs were broken, and he had to shoot it. He was a young cop, too, and he came back to us with tears in his eyes, and told us it was the first time he’d ever killed anything in his life. Then I cried. Then my ex cried because he thought he had no car, and was mad at the world and thought the deer deserved to die, because now he could never go to college… did I mention the guy is my ex now?
When I was a truck driver, I hit 3 deer at once. I saw the first one close to the edge of the road in my lane and started slowing down. I got down to 35 mph or so when it and another ran in front of me, then just before I hit them another one ran out and I knocked one of the first two into the last one. So score was Freightliner 3, deer 0. 
I ran over a squirrel once, and it was the most sickening sound I could imagine. I remember looking into my rearview mirror and seeing the poor little guy flopping around on the road. Obviously his mama never taught him to look both ways before crossing.
I also hit a deer once, but I had slowed almost to a stop to go around the group of deer on the right when this one came charging in from the left just as I was accelerating. She got up and ran off. I got $800 damage to the plastic parts in the front of my van - that was the estimate. We taped the pieces together and reaimed the headlights ourselves.
I narrowly missed a skunk the other morning, thank goodness. Bad enough to pass that stink on the road, but to carry it with you? ick