I had a pet duck when I was a kid. She was a muscovy duck, known for not quacking--maybe that's what you have?
I raised her from the time she was a day old. I was her "mommy." She loved me, I loved her. When she got old
enough, she laid an egg. When I went out to see her, I knew something was different before I saw the egg. She had a sparkle to her eye and a waggle to her tail. She was so proud and so happy to show me.
I took her egg away. I
should have swapped it with a golf ball or something. I continued to take her eggs away, because there was no male.
She was very proud of her eggs and quickly became extremely aggressive. I think if I'd been able to leave her fake eggs, she would have had a long, healthy life with us. As it is, I never was able to get her to trust me again (I did start using fake eggs--too late.) We had to get rid of her because she just got mean.
I don't know if this helps, but it may provide some context...