When I was a little boy, my mom took me and my little brothers to a lake like this, to “feed the ducks”. This was long ago, when feeding the ducks was a good idea. The trips to the lake were the highlight of the week in the summer, and we’d been saving “stale” bread all week for the adventure. Sometimes we stopped at the one and only Entenmann’s store, to buy day-old bread to supplement our stash. Last year, my mom died at Sunrise, down at the end of this lake. I realize now that she taught me a love of animals, and the importance of being kind to animals with those simple visits to the lake. The lake, its ducks, swans, and…