I was walking and there was on the ground, a puddle of white sticky mesh with a condiments container lid floating in it. A crow flew down near the presumable “ranch sauce” and dipped its beak into the sauce. The bird took a bite of whatever is swimming in that pool of white “stuff”, then jumped away and wiped its beak on the grass nearby. Having done that, it walked away bobbing its head. I thought to myself, even a crow knows better than to ingest the nasty, fatty stuff most Americans love.