If I was one of your chickens, I wouldn't go anywhere 'out' either. Just sit in the coop and watch Foghorn Leghorn re-runs all day long.
Amazing how many chores you have, and how fast you are at them. Then again, you DO have a bit of practice. I have to admit though, looking at your pics, I sure don't miss the snow much. I'd hang in the barn with the four legger, while you did all the work. Nap time in hay sounds absolutely delightful. (Yes, I know that isn't part of it, like I said, you'd be working, I'd be perusing the rafters with that everpleasant sweet smell all around. I used to muck out a woman's goat barn for a living. Even the south end residue smells pretty great. Love all the organicality of the farmyard smells.)
I don't remember a post about a spider bite. Did I miss that one, or did you not write about it? Brown recluse? Didn't know they were in Idiho. Whatever it was, sounds pretty nasty. Well, hope this finds you well and happy and not too busy beyond light speed. I haven't been on here much, just getting back to it. I sure do miss the land of Steem. Cheerios, my friend, FlatPanMan