Unfortunately, he died for no apparent reason. The vet said he was fine, but obviously since he let me walk over and pick him up, something was up.
The plan was to release him back into the wild, but the funny thing about owls is if they know they have a good food source, they won't leave. It took awhile for him to lose enough weight to fly, but even then, he got about as far as my neighbors tree, and would stay there. He would glide down when I came outside, looking for a handout.
I decided to keep him, and originally had a cage for him, but he always found a way out. I would put him in there, and wake up in the morning and he would be perched on my headboard eyeballing me. So I just kept him like a house cat, pretty much came and left as he pleased. Had him for 1.5 years, and woke up one day and found him near his favorite perch dead. I felt awful.
Just typing this makes me want another one badly. I need to make time to get my falconry permits!