![]() A few seconds later, they materialized before my eyes as well. It was the same way with alligators: Bryan Champagne, our guide, saw them instantly, resting in the reeds and atop the undulating green marsh mat. She sat motionless, her newly hatched babies nesting in the hollowed-out top of an adjacent cypress trunk. “Look, there’s a barred owl, up in that tree,” he said, pointing while cutting the motor on the shallow-bottomed fishing skiff via which we were navigating the edge of Lake Martin.įinally I spied it, blending in perfectly with the muted brown bark and gray strands of Spanish moss dangling from the branches of the cypress tree. ![]() ![]() It was clear that a Cajun man who’d lived his whole life in South Louisiana had a better eye for spotting wildlife in a swamp than I did. ![]()
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