How'd I miss this post? Something very similar happened to me with a Phantom 2 instead of a Solo.
I was flying along the outskirts of a friend's house when Wile E. Coyote showed up.
Now please don't laugh, it'll hurt my feelings and I'm verry fragile. I was hovering just above a fish pond, one of those artificial mini-lakes with goldfish bigger than Jaws communing with each other. Off to my left stood a massive black walnut tree, its branches directly overhead - I'd kind of slid sideways under them to reach the pond. There were a half-dozen absolutely huge crows hanging out among the leaves above, the people-friendly kind that don't skedaddle unless you approach them very closely.
Well, no biggie, right? They were at least fifteen feet above me! Plenty of room.
Well... in the side yard my buddies kids were hitting a baseball around. Troy hit a line-drive directly at Mike's nose. Instead of catching it or ducking like a normal person, he shoved his glove in front of his face and sorta waved it around like a magician casting a spell. Maybe he was wishing the ball away, I dunno.
Instead of vanishing with a pop, it connected with the back of the glove and bounced off at an angle, zooming away, just missing a big kitchen window but successfully skimming across Mike's 9 year old sister's elbow.
She screamed so loud I figured every zombie in The Walking Dead would show up, but nope - the only things bothered by the racket were the crows.
They immediately hauled a**. They were big and clumsy. They moved branches around. Heavy branches. Most of which held huge black walnuts.
As the birds went up the walnuts came down, big green spheres I'd never even noticed above me. I'd guesstimate there were between 15 and 20. I saw them but nope! Zero time!
Evil, despicable birdies, I tellya, deethpicable!
Only one green bomb found its mark, clobbering the Phantom dead center. It seemed to sigh, canted severely as the walnut continued on to splash down, then simply followed its assailant into the pond. Big splash.
Now, I could move! Mindful of the mini-sharks (I really do think gigantic goldfish mutants are creepy), I fished my quad out.
Aside from being wet, only a singe prop had been broken. No other damage I could see, either. When I got home I broke it down into as many pieces as possible and popped them into my food dehydrators I use for beef jerky and the like. Lowest heat setting, barely warm but with fan-driven air circulation. Figured that was the best I could do.
Things dried perfectly! Put back together though, they didn't work. Nothing. Not a light, buzz, beep - I tried everything but my Phantom was permanently dead.
The upside was I now had an excuse to get the Phantom 3.
Moral:
Never fly your drone around kids named Mike.
