All winter I had been seeing the tracks, but never did I see the one who made the tracks, the snowshoe hare. And then by sheer coincidence I saw the "bunny" on the Easter long weekend. He became our Easter Bunny. Happily, I've seen the hare again, and this time there was a second one, too. The first one dashed away before I could take a picture. But the second hare stayed for another five minutes or so until she/he also hopped away.
This picture shows the Snowshoe Hare's large hind feet.
I stood on the driveway watching the hare nibbling a twig.