Mabel was an explorer. Within the first week in the new coop, she knew of every nook and cranny and hidey-hole in the place. There was the little space under the nestboxes, which Big-person had walled off, but could still be accessed if you went into the little space between the floor of the raised coop and the floor of the run, then squeezed between the coop floor and the two-by four. There was the spot between the run roof and the coop roof (the two had been built seperatly, and at one corner the run roof sort of bent over the coop roof, which you could enter by flying off the outdoor roost onto the windowsill, and from there onto the coop roof.) Then there was the little nook between the poop board of the new roost and the roof of the new nestboxes. Then there were countless others. Mabel instinctively sought out hiding places, because her shyness made her a target for bullies, and she wasn't so sure about the four Origanal hens. One of them, Indigo, seemed to be a nice hen, and Mabel often saw Indigo smiling at her. The others seemed nice, but you would never know. Often a hen would be nice in genral, but mean to the lowest in the pecking order. Pickle, back at the old coop where they had been abandoned, had been a prime example.