Finally home from our 4 hour trip to the big box store for window trim and hardware cloth (and frozen custard, got to get when the chance arises after all.) We're changing into clothes we don't care about getting poop on, then it's chicken catchin' time.
Unsurprisingly, the 3 we locked out of the little coop have stubbornly refused to enter the big coop and are perched at the top of the ladder in the run.

Red Leader is the only one with sense. Plan of attack is Eenie (by far the gentlest hen) then Red Leader. Then Meanie and Sheba. Then tackle the 3 in the run. Hopefully no actual tackling will be necessary.