Highway H, where the food chain meets the pavement

Been enjoying Highway H, aka Mo H, the last couple of days. Came across this crow snacking on some discarded Sonic yesterday and considered what the winged, blue-collar rank and file has to go through for a bite to eat.  H isn't a busy road, but the hairpin turns mean drivers and scavengers alike have to be on their toes. From a crow's perspective, if Mo H were Less H -- as in less hoppin' and hopin' -- dinner time might be a little more relaxed.