Owl Mountains Landscape Park

Owl Mountains Landscape Park (Park Krajobrazowy Gór Sowich) is a protected area (Landscape Park) in the Owl Mountains in south-western Poland, established in 1991, covering an area of 81.41 square kilometres (31.43 sq mi).

The Park lies within Lower Silesian Voivodeship: in Dzierżoniów County (Gmina Dzierżoniów), Kłodzko County (Gmina Nowa Ruda), Wałbrzych County (Gmina Głuszyca, Gmina Walim) and Ząbkowice Śląskie County (Gmina Stoszowice).


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  • Biebrza
  • Bieszczady
  • Bory Tucholskie
  • Drawa
  • Gorce
  • Kampinos
  • Karkonosze
  • Magura
  • Narew
  • Ojców
  • Pieniny
  • Polesie
  • Roztocze
  • Słowiński
  • Świętokrzyski
  • Table Mountains
  • Tatra
  • Ujście Warty
  • Wielkopolska
  • Wigry
  • Wolin
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