What should be a time of plenty for the birds along the Sky, is a time of hunger this year. There were some old pinks on the beach until a couple of weeks ago, now there's nothing, just a clean beach, without that old familiar fall riverbank smell. It makes it a little easier on me because my dogs don't come in and throw up old stinky fish guts on the carpet, or need a bath 3 times a week, but I would rather have the good run of fish.