He moved in under the garden shed in September. I haven't seen him since. A cute cottontail might be under there with him. I saw her hopping around the yard last week. She left her tracks and an Indian corn cob by Chuck's back door. I waited all day today to see him. It was cloudy. Nothing had a shadow. Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. Obviously there was sunshine in Pennsylvania. The big game is drawing near. Maybe Chuck's annoyed that he's sharing the limelight with the Broncos and Seahawks. I went out and toasted Chuck with a nice bottle of Woodchuck Hard Cider. I asked him to go easy on the parsley when he shows himself in six weeks.