I spent 24 hrs hatching my little girl that was an egg that I rescued from a nest that was abandoned. It took forever. The moment that her little beak popped out and her head emerged was a miracle. I first thought that this duck was going to be deformed from what I saw as part of the shell broke away. I saw something on her head that looked like the comb on a rooster...as she emerged I finally saw that it was just her foot ! That duck was folded up like a cheap Texas road map... I watched her free herself and dry over the next day and take her first wobbly steps. Just as exciting for me as anything I have ever done.
Today she is 4 mts old, fat, fully feathered, with an over-bite and missing a couple long tail feathers on the left side. But that will all improve as she matures. That little duck is the most loving creature I have ever known and it seems to form a bond instantly when you hatch them opposed to a hen sitting and doing the work for 28 days then raising them. Whatever their destiny they are special when you hatch them and raise them yourself.
It's funny: fresh out of the egg, they're so ugly that they're cute...
It's sort of a suprise. I see you've used an incubator, but I use hens. For me it's sometimes a matter of
-Wake up: No hen or hatchlings
-Do chores: No hen or hatchlings
-Breakfast: No hen of hatchlings
-Go to church: No hen or hatchlings
-Come back: Nearly run over 19 hatchlings and get chased all over the place by the hen.
It's an interesting surprise....