Were there ever two pieces of garbage more ideally suited to each other? Join an old doll's head with a damaged duck decoy and voila! Baby Duck made its debut on Lake Merritt in Oakland, California decades ago, anchored fifteen feet from the east shore. Joggers, strollers, and sidewalk bums stopped to peer at the mysterious migrant. Some threw stones. One young man, after calling out to Baby Duck repeatedly, trying to get it to come closer to shore, settled down on the stone ledge by the lake and watched it for an hour or so until the sun went down. I rowed out and rescued Baby Duck, which had begun to ship water and list to one side, the next day.