Aww poor little dude! Glad you got it sorted.

We had a tawny frog mouth fly into our back fence once morning after my dad dropped some metal sheeting and made a big noise. Poor thing was so disorientated! He spent most of the day in a beer carton before the QPWS ranger could come out to pick him up. He never fully recovered because he was pretty concussed, but now he enjoys a happy and luxurious existence in the local nature centre! They even kept the name we gave him, and apparently the staff are now all very fond of 'Fred'. That was...gosh 6 years ago now!