While still enjoying a few REM cycles just as the night was turning to day, I heard a humungous thump that sounded like it came from the kitchen. Sometimes birds hit the house, but never had I heard one hit at that time of day or with such force. Fearing the worst, I went outside in my skivvies, seeking evidence on the east sidewalk.
He's not particularly happy about the camera flash
In the gloom, I made out a large lump that first looked to me like a large bat. As I came closer I realized it was an owl, on its back, out cold, curled wings limp at its sides.
I tried to scoop him up in a dust pan to put him out of reach of the cat, when he suddenly woke up and righted himself. I woke up Tamara so that she could see him and assist me. She retrieved some heavy gloves so that I could pick him up off the ground. He barely struggled as I carefuly placed him on a nearby bird feeder roof well out of the reach of our cat who has big ideas of being a mighty predator.
As I tried to place him on the roof of the feeder, he grabbed onto a nearby branch of Reina de la Noche, and sat up straight. 
There he rested for a good 30 minutes. We came to visit him a few times within a couple of feet to see how he was recovering. We endured his heavy, brooding stare as I tried to match his markings to the illustrations of various Costa Rican owls in my guide book. I decided, of the owls depicted, that he is a Vermiculated Screech Owl, sometimes referred to as a Middle American Screech Owl.
Eventually, he tired of our gawking and flew off. His flight seemed normal, so we're hoping he makes a full recovery.
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