He seldom ventures out of hiding during daylight hours. Beds down most the day in the snow under a hemlock in the old growth hardwoods of neighbor Jim. I imagine he gets up once and a while to stretch his legs and nibble on any nearby soft woody vegetation. While I write this column, snow is coming down an inch an hour. Again, I envision him in my mind, curled up like a dog under the pines waiting out the storm.