Since I haven’t yet built the “bedroom” onto the chicken tractor, every day the chickens have to commute via cat carrier. Martha and Ethel, the Buff Orpingtons, are the most passive in hand. As soon as I scoop them up, they turn into fluffy footballs.
Harriet (the Rhode Island Red) and Dolly (the Black Star) protest this treatment more strongly, and require two hands.
Technically, it’s a small dog carrier. (I have big cats.)
It’s a big flapping deal to get them into the carrier, but they are happy to hop right out.