No joy at the old mill

I visited the *Old Mill in Brewster yesterday. There are hordes of seagulls around so I was expecting to still see herring. In fact, I really looked forward to seeing herring because I missed them last year. I walked all over and NO HERRING. Stupid gulls. I've missed the herring again and won't see them before another long winter. Wah!

*The Significant Other has noted that long-time residents of the Cape all have different names for things. "The old mill" is also "the herring run" and "the Brewster Gristmill". The funny part is that we all use the different terms in conversation interchangably and we all know what we're talking about.