My flock was pretty easy to train. Chickens like routine. They know that they can free range when we’re outside, so as I clean and refill feed and waterers = it’s playtime! When I want them back inside the coop, I use my “ch-ch-chickens” call and shake the treat can. From every corner of the yard, chickens pop out and enthusiastically begin to race towards me.
I’ve also been lucky with nest training. I used golf balls at first but then I found some pretty marble eggs at a thrift store. Yes, my hens literally sit on rocks, but at least they’re too heavy for me to mistake for real eggs.
My only problem hens were White Leghorns. For some reason, every Leghorn I ever owned wanted to be “different”. My first would lay eggs inside our screened room, the second would sneak into the garage every chance she got, and the third liked to hide her eggs in our spare broody coop. They were years apart but each would hop the fence to lay their egg in the most unusual places. A box of newspapers, on a shelf, under a car, in a chair, etc. Although I laugh now, at the time I did not appreciate the daily egg hunt. I broke each of them of the habit by locking her inside the coop until she laid an egg. Then she was allowed outside in the afternoon.