My wife and I came across an injured owl on the side of the road on Sunday. I wasn't prepared to handle him, but I wanted to do what I could so I covered his eyes with a bandana. I tried to get him into a canvas tote bag that my wife had in the truck and in the process I experienced the business end of a sharp set of talons. It felt like I had a large treble hook on my hand that was powered by hydraulics. I came to respect the power of birds of prey. We took him to Oak Mountain State Park Wildlife Rehabilitation Center in Birmingham. Turns out he was a juvenile Great Horned Owl. They gave him a good prognosis. He had a broken wing but seemed alert and strong. Hope he makes it.