To me, the miracle is that anyone flies. I promised myself when I got out of the Air Force that I would never fly again. I've kept that promise.
If all it takes is a goose, or two to bring down a jet, who in their right mind would get on one of those things. Yeah, I know you can get wiped out by a drunk, or a Mexican on the road any day of the week, but there it is almost instantaneous--you don't get to sit there and ponder your demise.
Anyway, the pilot did a great job and deserves a medal.
Someone could make a fortune if they figured out how to keep birds out of the engines.