I wonder about my children; I really do. We had chickens for a while when they were growing up, plus cats always & 1 dog, to say nothing of the various wildlife that was in & out of this house but let any chicken escape the run & my kids stand in the middle of the yard & yell:
Mum! You've got a chook out! Like, put it back guys.
It's round about 3pm we get the mass breakouts because that's when the girls reckon dinner should be on the table & come looking for me. OK, so they get distracted along the way foraging in the garden but as soon as they hear the tub lid rattle they all suddenly appear. I don't even have to round them up these days, just head into the coop with food & they all come trooping after me.

Very Pied Piperish.