19. Oakley Road, LA Hwy 965

"Penniless but rich in talent and inspired dreams, Audubon would describe Louisiana as having always been his favorite portion of the Union. It was his ornithological mecca and he reveled in the richness of its varied landscapes and abundant birdlife. As he first traversed the dusty winding road toward Oakley after disembarking from the Columbus at Bayou Sara, he felt his enthusiasm for his great work, which had sunk to its lowest ebb during his discouraging stay in New Orleans, rekindling with each step. 

Declining Judge Semple’s invitation to stop for awhile at Wyoming, he wrote, “Dinner was set, but Not My Heart for it… I felt that I would be Awkward at table and a good opportunity having offered to go to Mr. Pirrie’s place, We Walked slowly on, guided by some of their servants dispatched with the news of our coming and some Light Baggage.” And with every step, his amazed appreciation for his surroundings grew.

He would record in his journal:  'The Aspect of the Country entirely New to us distracted My Mind...the Rich Magnolia covered with its Odoriferous Blossoms, the Holly, the Beech, the Tall Yellow Poplar, the Hilly ground, even the Red Clay I Looked at with amazement…such entire change in so Short a time appears often supernatural, and surrounded once More by thousands of Warblers and Thrushes, I enjoyed Nature.  My Eyes soon Met hovering over us the Long Wished for Mississippi Kite and Swallow Tailed Hawk, but our guns were packed and We could only then anticipate the pleasure of procuring them shortly.'” Anne Butler