When most of mine had gone through the little tunnel (that used to be a composting bin) from the big run into the little one that contains the coop, two littles got left behind. I went out to shoo them through the magic tunnel. But my good intentions backfired. Instead of hustling away from me toward the tunnel, they ran toward me, chirping joyously, which brought a couple of their companions back out of the tunnel to see what was up. Oh, no! I've been tossing them mealworms every afternoon to help tame them. Instead of running away from me as they used to do, now they are under foot, wanting me to rain down worms on them. I gave up and went back in the house. DH can lock them up later, when it gets darker and they go to bed. Guess you have to be smarter than the birds.