I had just flown over the house while making a 45-degree right turn to a heading of about 270 degrees and rolled wings level. As I turned my attention back to the cockpit and began looking ahead, I could not believe what I saw. There, directly in front of the aircraft, approximately 200-300 feet (I really don't know how far but it was too close), was a big, black turkey vulture (what we in Texas call a buzzard) trying to get out of my way. I froze on the controls, not knowing whether to pull or push on the yoke. I only had a couple of seconds to act and I had obviously waited too long. The buzzard was doing his best to get out of the way, wheeling and turning every which way, but his luck had run out. Every thing seemed to happen in slow motion as the right side of the windscreen exploded and the buzzard joined me in the cockpit. He actually landed in the back seat, but at the time I wasn't sure if he came in or bounced off the top of the canopy.