We rescued him and called him (or her!) Sooty.
To be honest we didn't think he would survive the night after the shoc, but we left him in one of the stables with some water and meat just in case. And HURRAH, in the morning he was gone - having apparently bathed in the water as it was black, eaten the meat and flown off.
Now every time we here an owl was say it is Sooty thanking us...
Doug fishing him out
His head really can rotate right round!
Looking confused in the barn
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