I have no idea how I spotted this on the ground. I think I may have followed a little trail of discarded urchin and snail shells. It is peculiar walking up on bluffs and seeing the various remants of seabird snacks. Snail shells which seems like they are out of place, and seem to want to be on the beach, or better yet, back and alive in the water. Why don't I ever feel bad for the empty shells on the beach?