Many years ago...
...when I were a wee nipper in the mid-70s, my mum's first car was a white Fiat 500 (it was the only car she's ever owned that she hasn't needed to sit on a cushion to see over the steering-wheel). One day, with me in the back, she was driving around a traffic island at a junction surrounded by shops when a parrot flew smack-bang into the windscreen, making a great SPLAT! sound and bouncing off... Somewhat startled, to say the least, and distraught that she might have killed it, mum pulled over, jumped out of the car and rushed over to the bird, which was lying motionless in the gutter, at the same time as a woman rushed out of a nearby shop (which, it transpired, was a petshop) and scooped up the, by now evidently only stunned, parrot. Babbling apologetically, my mum was quickly relieved by the woman's airily cheerful, "Don't worry about it, love, he's always doing this!" as she carried the groggy parrot back to her shop.
(Harry Webshiter Spiggley biggley bog., Mon 31 Dec 2012, 10:30, 3 replies)

Was it a Norwegian Blue?

(Vigilante Man weeps because you're stupid., Mon 31 Dec 2012, 11:11, closed)

He clearly states that the car was white in his post.
And Fiat is an Italian company.
(FartThroughAWalkieTalkie wished you were dead in ditch on, Mon 31 Dec 2012, 11:53, closed)

Later that evening, at the pet shop
"Honey, I'm home.."

"How are you dear?"

"headachy! What painkillers have we got?"

"Parrot's ate 'em all."
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Tue 1 Jan 2013, 3:51, closed)