All is well, and I can identify with things not going quite smoothly. One summer afternoon a very small possum got into the basement. The night pen is in a part of the basement. The electricity was out - remember Irene? Some time after dark, the ducks made an odd sound. I went down to investigate, flashlight in hand. It took a while, but I located the possum - our faces were about six inches from each other. We were both startled!
It dove into a box, I tossed a net over the box and we took it outside and released it. I no longer intentionally leave both the inner and outer shelter doors open, I will at least close the screen-storm door. But I still lose track every now and then.
Hawks have come around, and though the books indicate adult ducks are not at much risk, I have read too many hawk stories here to feel at all comfortable. At least the crows warn us many times.