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I wonder about mourning doves, sometimes. Then there was some guinea fowl we met once.

Gee, Fred. What's that big thing comin at us?
I dunno, George. Lemme check in the manual? Wait, here it is; it's a car.
Wull ? Does it say what we oughta do?
Lemme see, George. Yeah, here it is on page 145. It says "Get out the way!"
Oh, gee, Fred. Ya spose we oughta get out the way?
Yeah, parboly we should.



Sounds a lot like grouse. The story is that if you see grouse perched in a tree and start shooting them from the bottom ones up, you can get them all. If you start at the top, the ones below will be spooked by the falling birds.
A friend of mine went hunting for grouse. He had a good shot at one standing nearby, but the gun jammed or something, any whay, while he was clearing it, the grouse was watching him with a "what's he doing?" sort of air, then turned its back. Adam's thought "Good, I don't have to pick pellets out of the breast meat!" He got his gun fixed and shot it.
David and I were once throwing firewood in the bush and a grouse walked between us, apparently oblivious to flying logs. Unfortunately, my aim was not good enough to be sure of a hit.