eggs, pancakes and french toast
This reminds me of something that happened to me once.
My dad was building a house next door to mine - it's almost done now... but a few years ago, he lived on the other side of the country, and wasn't around more than a couple of weeks a year. One morning, when he wasn't around, I was walking my dog down his drive, and she (the dog) was excited about a pile of ....something.... up ahead. We got a little closer, and it was a little heap of breakfast foods. We were about 50 yards from the road, so it was strange to see. I yanked on her leash, and we walked along in the other direction - she really didn't need to eat another breakfast.
A day or so later, we were walking the same route, and there was another pile of breakfast scraps, this time a bit closer to my dad's house. Not the same one as the previous pile... stranger still. This was a vacant house, and it didn't have the kitchen facilities to make a good cup of coffee, much less a 3-course breakfast.
This happened again a couple more times. Each time, the pile of food was in a different place, but well up my dad's driveway, and getting closer to his house each time.
Completely non-Fortean explanation. (sob)...
I had a flock of guinea hens that were terrorizing the neighborhood. They were meant to control ticks on my and my dad's property. They had been spending time at the neighbor's house across the street. The neighbor owned a hotel that served breakfast, and he knew my dad had wanted guinea hens, so he was taking the leftovers from the hotel breakfast buffet and using them to lure the fowl to my dad's. He didn't know that they were mine to begin with... Those silly birds loved fake maple syrup.