Florida Bound: A Cattle Stampede Means It’s Time to Go Home

Even though we were well on our way back home from Florida, we couldn’t resist making an additional stop or two in Louisiana before the final home stretch to Texas. Beignets, check. Gumbo, check. Wildlife refuge, check.

 binocularsa03-16-12.jpgWe wanted to visit a wildife refuge in Louisiana to get an idea of environmental differences between it and Florida — and if we had an opportunity, to sneak in a glimpse of the coast. The answer — the Creole Nature Trail, a long wildlife-scenic highway route south of Lake Charles. The trail took us to the Cameron Prairie Wildlife Refuge, as well as several other viewing spots.


Cameron Prairie Wildlife Refuge’s primary purpose is to support migratory birds, such as wintering waterfowl, as well as many other animal species with its 9,621 acres of marsh, coastal prairie, and old rice fields.

A Pied-Billed Grebe swims among American Coots

binoculars03-16-12.jpgA boardwalk and observation deck make it easy to look search for water-loving birds, and we observed White Ibises, different species of ducks, Great Egrets, Coots, Grebes, Great Blue Herons, and others.

bee03-17-12.jpgCarpenter Bee — it’s very difficult to capture an image of this fast-flying insect!

Of course, many other wildlife species live at or visit the refuge — turtles, lizards, butterflies, insects, and, of course, alligators.

easternpondhawk03-17-12.jpgEastern Pondhawk

granole03-17-12.jpgGreen Anole, Shedding

scope03-16-12.jpgThe boys, throughout our entire trip, were quite the naturalists, and they were excellent at both finding and IDing wildlife species — Louisiana was no exception.

The Red-Winged Blackbirds were the most plentiful birds we saw in southwestern Louisiana. Great numbers of large flocks were spotted time and again throughout the marshland and agricultural areas we visited.

rwblackbirdfemale03-17-12.jpgFemale Red-Winged Blackbird


Black-Necked Stilt

Leaving the refuge, we continued toward the coast, the roads taking us past miles and miles of marshland.Often we could see alligators along the road’s edge, where marsh waters attracted a smorgasbord of animals on which an alligator might feast. Unfortunately, this also meant that we occasionally saw dead alligators along the road, a car or truck likely their source of doom. One deceased alligator looked to be at least ten feet long, and it was a very sad sight.

cows03-16-12.jpgAh, but we had adventures yet to come. We found that the maps we had and the roadway signs left something to be desired as we traveled that day in Louisiana. Trying to visit a particularly spot along the trail, we made a wrong turn, through no fault of our own (seriously), and after driving a bit we found ourselves on a road lined with curious cattle who splashed through the marshland to come over to see us. In moments lots of cows surrounded our Civic Hybrid, and those big cows made our little car seem smaller than ever.

I snapped a picture of a cow just outside my window but it apparently decided that it wanted nothing to do with us or my camera, and it ran, which startled another cow running, and another, and before we knew it, we were in the middle of a stampede of some 25 startled cows rushing toward, around, and past us and our little vehicle.
cowsb03-16-12.jpgI had no choice but to keep moving my car in the same direction, very slowly, but it wasn’t until we began to pass a few of them that one mooed a “Hey, it’s okay” moo and the cows started to slow and calm down. The experience was a first for us, indeed, and in moments the cows just stared at us calmly again as if nothing had happened.

LAgullsb03-17-12.jpgBack on the proper road, we continued to discover more reasons to gripe about the maps and lack of decent road signs, but eventually we found ourselves at a ferry, which takes cars across a ship channel to another portion of the highway. Even there at the ferry, we had sign issues. There was a sign and painted road marks showing where to stop to await the ferry, but there was no sign telling us that after 5pm you needed to drive over to another place in order to get on the ferry. So the driver of the car in front of us waited at the posted place, and we waited behind him, and time tick-tocked and tick-tocked, until a local resident drove up and said, “Hey, after 5pm you have to go over THERE to get on the ferry,” pointing to some place not visible from where we sat. Thank goodness he said something or we might still be at that stop sign waiting for the ferry.

LAgullsc03-17-12.jpgOn the plus side, the boys hadn’t been on a ferry in a very long time, so far back they couldn’t remember the experience, so it was nice to be able to drive our car onto a boat, then get out and walk around for a few minutes as we crossed the channel. The gulls and pelicans flying all around us made it even more exciting.

LAgulld03-17-12.jpgThe gulls in particular followed the ferry en masse, hovering just off the back as the waters churned around us. Perhaps they hoped some people would toss them food, but they honestly didn’t seem interested in the humans on the ferry — maybe instead they were hoping to spot some fish in the waters behind the boat.

LAgulls03-17-12.jpgLAbeach03-17-12.jpgSoon after the ferry ride, we found ourselves driving along the beach. We pulled over to look for shells and found them we did — many were huge!

fulvouswhistlingducks03-17-12.jpgFulvous Whistling-Ducks

The Louisiana coast was so different from the coasts of Florida’s peninsula, but it reminded me much of the familiar coasts of Texas. Clearly we were close to home! 


The sun went down as we finished our drive along the Creole Trail, and thousands of Red-Winged Blackbirds silhouetted against the sun’s vibrant setting colors marked the final wildlife viewing of our vacation. It was time to get home to see Texas once again.

Thanks for joining us on our journey across the southern states to Florida and back. It created many memories of a lifetime for me and my boys, and we can’t wait to go back!

4 thoughts on “Florida Bound: A Cattle Stampede Means It’s Time to Go Home

  1. I admit to feeling a little nervous myself, Jenny! Glad you were able to leave a comment — I still intend to make the switch as soon as I can! As for birds, I’m still a beginner, but I’m getting a little better with more common stuff. Those ducks took me days to figure out — I had to look through a lot of books and online and had pretty much given up until I checked just one more book….

  2. When I was in 8th grade, I lived where I had to walk home through a herd of brahma cattle.
    Then last year, while I was at Anahuac NWR, I drove up with my truck load of water just after dawn. There were about 400 cows out of their assigned pasture. I forgot there was a cattle guard at the refuge entrance and was herding them down the road until I could get someone to help me get them back in their pasture. When I finally reached a refuge guy, he said. Forget abut them. They can’t get out and we’ll call their owner to put them back where they belong.
    I hope you at least stopped at the Visitor Center just off I-10. It is a fabulous place in itself and the boardwalk takes you from an East Texas Forest into a cypress swamp in one dogleg, and then on to the shores of Lake Anahuac.

  3. Marilyn, we didn’t get to do that boardwalk, but we’ll remember it for next time. And you’ve got some great cattle stories! Makes my mere 25-30 sound like a party.

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