Once I got home from work we took him over to a neighbour who raises goats, and she helped us tube feed him. While we were there, she offered us some Muscovy ducklings which of course I couldn't resist (especially when she told me about the survival rate for the ducklings raised on pasture .... darn hawks). We took them home with us, all crammed into PeeWee's cardboard "pram". They were far more active than I had anticipated - they were almost out of that box before we had started the truck. They moved into a brooder in the barn and weren't too happy about it - it was obvious they missed the outdoors. But I squashed my guilt by reminding myself that survival counted more than sort term confinement.
PeeWee didn't seem to pay them any mind on the way home - he was really full from his feeding and so pretty sleepy.