The morning's menu features assorted rodents, birds and the blue-plate special is skunk.
Traveling through the Oregon Coast Range at daybreak, our car rounded a curve and frightened crows dining near the yellow painted lines. They left their flattened meal and quickly scattered. Some took to the trees, while others hopped to the edge of the road anxious to get back to breakfast. At first, we thought it was a random event and soon it became apparent that around EVERY corner was another set of patrons picking at the breakfast. This went on for miles and miles.
We dubbed Highway 6 the Roadkill Cafe and can't remember it ever being so busy, but then it was a Sunday morning. Brunch, perhaps? Or a particularly festive, woodland animal party complete with plenty of reckless behavior on Saturday night?