One year at one of our fairs, I was asked to deliver the chicks that had hatched in the children's barnyard over to the poultry barn where they would be sold. As a joke, a couple of us ran across the street to KFC and got an empty bucket from them and then delivered the chicks (cornish crosses) to the poultry barn in the KFC bucket.
We have what I call "porch chickens." They are the ones born inside the house, they stay in for a while in a cage. Then when they get a little too big and messy they go out on the front porch in their cage. Then after a while like that, I open the door. They hang around for a while, then I take the cage away. Its a slow integration process.