Up in the Hidden Lake Bog, there is a snowshoe hare, with feet the size of snowshoes! We haven't seen him, either, but we know where he is because he leaves tracks.
Out for a walk a few days ago, Sharon and Taffy and I headed up Brian's Ridge Road. Apparently we weren't the first to enjoy that hike -- the road sported the tracks of a very small deer, and a pair of wolves.
Taffy was most interested. So were we, in fact. The deer track wasn't nearly as fresh as the wolf spoor though! I find it fascinating to look for tracks - sometimes we'll find where an owl's wing has swept into a snowbank, or the delicate all-in-a-row circles left by a fox. Or the tromp of the turkeys.
You just need to spend a few moments and actually look at what is around you. You'd be amazed.