Our first-time mama runner duck somehow hatched one duckling - even as we were purposely removing the eggs a few days after she'd laid them (apparently we'd missed one) and she and the two males hated the little guy instantly. We raised him alone with us 24/7, named him Lenny, and now he thinks he's a dog.
He sometimes takes over my dog's Instagram @beanies_the_borador
There is hope.
Kinda.
PS. He and his mom rekindled their relationship now that he's an adult. Probably because he's really calm and sweet compared to her two male companions, who are a couple of jerks.