Yep, I second the question, “Do they free range?” The reason being is I just assumed that since all my pullets had been kept locked in the coop and run for months before being allowed to free range that they would just
know where their home was. Nope! Some did, but not all.
Back story:
I didn’t let my original flock of 4 free range until they were about 15 months old, so they had been laying for about nine months in the coop prior to being let out. Also, my first four never jumped the fence into the pasture either, probably because they were older.
Different story with my “littles” though. I began letting them out of their run at about 8 weeks old. I felt they were nicely integrated with my original hens using the “see, no touch” method AND I needed to take down their temporary run in order to build the permanent one.
Back to real time:
Knowing that I should be getting more eggs from my 24 week old pullets than I was, this past weekend I hung out around the coop area and just watched my birds as they went about their
morning of free ranging. This was about 7:30 am. No eggs layed in the nest boxes yet. Several of the breeds I have now can F-L-Y, and they also like the
goodies that are on the pasture side of the fence. Think horses, et al. Well, it didn’t take long before I noticed my Australorp slowly approaching the overgrown base of a HUGE oak tree. Yeah, think briars and honeysuckle and poison oak and broken branches and UGH, outside the chicken yard, over in the pasture. (If you’ve ever watched a hen approaching the nest boxes, you know how they slowly creep up to and then enter the box even more slowly. They’ve got to make sure nothing sees them, right?) Well, I noticed her approaching the tree like she was approaching a nest box. “Noooooooo!” I hollered. “I know that approach.” I continued to watch and that darn bird disappeared into the area I didn’t want her to.

$&#^*>% was all I could think so off I headed to retrieve her. As she smugly sat on a little nest-looking bed of sticks and leaves, I took my little rake to move several “things” out of my way in order to get her. I didn’t have my phone or I’d have taken a picture, I think, but who knows because I was upset. I picked her up and was shocked to see 6 beautiful, but nasty looking, pullet eggs. I reached in and got them and carried her clucking, fuzzy butt back to the coop. Yes, clucking, no other word intended. She clucked the whole way. She was mad! I placed her in a nest box where she stayed, oh, about 30 seconds, before she headed back to her empty nest at the base of the tree. I let her go. About an hour later I went back out to look for her egg. No egg was in the nest and I looked all over for her and couldn’t find her. The crazy bird was back in the coop’s nest box. Later that morning, I searched high and low looking for more “illegal” nests.

I didn’t find any, but I know they’re out there.
Long, long story shorter, they are now locked in the coop/run until about 3:30ish, every day. No more early morning ranging until they
know where to lay. I say that, but I’m sure some will go straight back to their rogue way of life, laying in the dark confines of “the other side!”
The eggs the dogs ate!