Tonight it was so windy and snowy and apparently scary that none of my girls would come out from under the coop to go inside to roost! I tried luring them out with noodles and calling them, but only two of the eight would venture out. I picked up those two and put them inside, then spent a while calling to the others and shining the flashlight on the noodles, to no avail.
I ended up crawling on my elbows and toes all the way to the back under the coop (didn't really want to army crawl in the who-know-what mess under the coop), grabbing a chicken, and holding her snug against me while I backed out. They were surprisingly cooperative for that! One decided she'd walk along with me while I carried another, and the last one decided she didn't want to be alone under the coop and so she came out on her own as well. So I only had to make four trips under the coop. Then I came in and washed my jeans, coat, and gloves!
Good grief, chickens!!