I saw a few of these dudes (pictured left). The French use them for escargot. Eat them up. Yum.
I ran down the road till it took a sharp turn to the left at the entrance of a sheep farm. I ran until I saw a sign I couldn't read. But the bright red lettering punctuated with an exclamation informed me that if I went any further I may be eaten by hungry dogs or maybe get myself a rear end full of buck shot.
I am a discerning runner. That seemed like a good place to turn around.