In January, when I went to visit my folks in Boynton Beach, FL, I wrote about the egrets who inhabit a tree at their condo complex. It was one of my favorite entries (in an earlier, more genteel day it would have been considered an essay).
My dad asked, and I gave permission, for my words to be published in their condo newsletter. That has just taken place. There’s only one problem. Only residents can write for the paper. So, my observations of the egrets are now my father’s…. in the first person.
I’m not angry. No, really, I’m not. I’m much more interested in people reading this amazing story of a tree that is also a home. But, should someone compliment his writing, he’d better fess up.