Please Don't Feed the Bears Ducks

I'm a fortunate woman; I live on a lake. In fact, this is our second home on a lake. When we were planning to move to the first lake home, my mother argued, "Why would you spend the extra money to live on a lakefront property? You don't swim. You don't fish. You don't go boating. What will you DO with a lake?"

"I'll look at it," I answered. And I have. Every day for the past thirty years, I look at the lake and say out loud--or think to myself, "Isn't it beautiful? Lord thank you for allowing me to live here." (sigh)

Today, I noticed about twenty-five baby ducklings, being led by Mama Duck out of the lake into my neighbor's backyard. She sat there, breaking bread up into baby duck bite-size pieces and tossed it toward the brood. I'm certain that she thinks that she was helping these ducklings, who were chomping away at a rapid rate. But they don't need her stale bread; they have plenty to eat. God provides for them. Have you ever seen a skinny duck? Why, the ones around here can barely walk! And, we all know that what goes in, must come out--and it's slimy!

How do you feel about feeding ducks?