She’s masquerading as a chicken these days, at least until we can build the Fort Knox of duck coops.
So far, she’s adjusting pretty well — the hens don’t pick on her, she’s getting enough to eat and drink*, and she even puts herself in the coop at night. I’ve caught her roosting a couple of times, as well.
At the very least, she seems less lonely and skittish; I suspect that having the company of other birds, even those not of her species, is better (and safer) for her than being alone.
It’s not perfect, but imperfect is better than dead.