Here's what happened...  

Person: "The sky is blue."

Helicopter pilot: "NO IT ISN'T!  It's actually cyan. Or sometimes bluish purple. I was my unit's Meteorological Officer for six months in the military, and I studied..."  

God, I hate helicopter pilots. Always, always contrary. Always. It must be in their DNA - this neurotic obsession to always be right and let everyone know it.

Okay, NTSB report on PHI's S-76:

1)  About 7 minutes after departure, the cockpit voice recorder recorded a loud bang, followed by sounds consistent with rushing wind and a power reduction on both engines and a decay of main rotor revolutions per minute.

2)  Examination of the wreckage revealed that both the left and right sections of the cast acrylic windshield were shattered. Feathers and other bird remains were collected from the canopy and windshield at the initial point of impact and from other locations on the exterior of the helicopter. 

"Other locations on the exterior?" Whaaat? Gee, sounds like maybe more than one bird to me. But whether it was a single bird or a flock does not matter.  One bird is all it took.  It hit the canopy, perfectly centered, I guess, at the top of the windscreens and broke BOTH of them sufficiently that there were holes big enough to allow air to rush in and push BOTH fire handles back - *and* knocked both "throttles" out of their detents. Definitely not a parakeet.

So, fine, play your stupid little semantic, nit-picky, I'm-smarter-than-you game of, "There was no evidence that the bird penetrated the windscreen." Right, the hole(s) in the shattered windscreens were caused by something else. My bad.