great horned owl at ruffner mountain

This owl is missing a wing, but she is still sassy. She hisses at folks as they come to see her. Ruffner Mountain is a nature refuge and park with trails. It is like a much smaller version of Oak Mountain Park and is located in downtown Birmingham. I like to think of it as very wild rustic version of Central Park.

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