Handle them.
Lift them up and talk to them.
Hand feed them.
As others have said feed them at set times with the last feed being in their run.
I have 6 Shetlands now but had a Swedish blue drake, his KC wife, and their three daughters that were all killed by a fox even though they hadn't had their wings clipped. None of them can fly very far. Just a quick flutter up and down. They were in my front paddock but too accessible to other animals (including rabbit and deer ringbarking my fruit trees
); so my Shetlands and chooks are in the back yard where it's a bit more secure.
I feed them outside when I let them out and again in the afternoon, mainly because my lead duck quacks like an old witch
They live happily with 5 rescue hens and an old white hen, in about a third of an acre of weedy, grassy ground with a big pond and leyland trees, with an outside run and inside run for each breed - the hens come into their own run at dusk, the ducks come in to theirs when I go to shut the popholes because they know they'll get a little more feed and a wee bedtime chat
They don't call me the bird lady here for nothing
.