We graveyard rabbits are well aware of the fact that cemeteries are (or can be) places full of life.
That irony seems to be lost on most folks.
But, all they have to do is open their eyes to both flora and fauna, especially down in this little corner of heaven where the winters are so mild.
A recent visit to Greenwood Cemetery in downtown Orlando confirmed this.
Rising from the tombstone littered grounds and jutting above the treeline is an active bald eagle nest that could have inspired Dr. Seuss.
And scampering around the gravestones--not to mention along the paths that divide up the various sections--is a veritable menagerie.
I didn't spot any other rabbits, just yours truly. But, there were tons of birds.
Most of them fled, either on foot or on wing, when my indelicate clodhoppers approached with a camera . . . like I was a gaggle of paparazzi trying to capture their images for the front page of the National Enquirer.
I did manage to snap one good pic of a little white crane, though.