Went out for an afternoon baby duck fix and my little Missy Miss had hatched another one. One found a spot in the fence while we were getting food, water and dishes in and out and the little thing was sliding down some straw. Baby couldn't get any footing to get back in. I reached down and put my hand under her or him knowing I was probably about to get pooped on. They made it back in but not before letting out a distress peep. I would rather get pooped on than have angry momma rip my face off. Everything worked out well, she counted all her babies and settled back in.