The piles of snow in the HenCam run are solid ice. The chickens stay on the small patch of shoveled yard, bedded with hay. The rest of the territory is Candyland. There are mountains and valleys and secret paths. Best of all are the views from the summit, where Candy is above the fray. She gazes down at the chickens. She can see all the way into the goats’ barn. She is taller than her subjects who she’s taught to feed her banana chips. Life is very, very good in Candyland.