After sitting in something of a state of limbo for the past 45 days, directors of the St. John-based Big Bend Groundwater Management District No. 5 voted to embrace a self-developed plan aimed at restoring water to the nearby Quivira National Wildlife Refuge.
The directors took their action despite a warning from the state's water czar that the plan simply doesn't go far enough in reducing the demand on the imperiled Rattlesnake Creek that supplies Quivira — and its hundreds of thousands of birds, many of them endangered.
In short, the GMD board essentially told David Barfield, chief engineer of the Division of Water Resources, to take their LEMA and shove it. Again, never mind that Barfield said the plan doesn't go far enough.
Heck, even lame duck Kansas Agriculture Secretary Jackie McClaskey quietly rushed out a letter in October telling the board to sit back and relax before doing anything hasty. The board didn't wait long, however.
Of course, you could tell the pressure was mounting to do something.
Letters from cities, school districts and ag-related entities were flowing in to the GMD, likely at their urging, telling Barfield and his DWR, along with the U.S. Fish and Widllife Service, which operates Quivira, to move ahead with the plan before them. Heck, letters were even sent to state political leaders and ethics-ravaged and soon-to-be former Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke.
The LEMA proposed by GMD 5 first saw the light of day in August, sticking with its long-held proposal to require the removal of end guns from center pivots. That might save about 14,000 acre feet of water, they said.
They also proposed to reduce water use by about 4,000 acre feet in an area that has greatest effect on streamflow in the Rattlesnake.
Where that savings would come from, however, is anybody's guess. But the board hopes to find it somehow.
The biggest share of the "recovery" of Quivira water will come from augmentation — the drilling and pumping of yet additional wells for delivery of water from a proposed wellfield somewhere south of the refuge and then delivered to Rattlesnake Creek.
Exactly where this wellfield will go is still up in the air, however.
"The end gun program is not expected to fully reverse trends or to provide a complete offset of future streamflow losses; thus, the augmentation wells will serve to deliver flow sufficient to meet the objective for serviceable supply on this reach of Rattlesnake Creek," the LEMA plan states.
Now, the plan won't take effect until 2020, more than a year out. And the plan will only be evaluated twice in the first 10 years. It will exist in five-year terms.
What will all this mean for Barfield?
Last we left it, Barfield had dictated that additional reductions were needed, and his agency said there was a difference of about 10,000 acre feet. GMD 5 didn't like that idea at all, and that's when McClaskey wrote the letter essentially saying don't give up hope yet.
Of course, it's a little hard to tell where DWR is now, given they are slow to post information and don't provide much detail when they do. It's also tough to say if McClaskey pressured Barfield to back off.
Suffice it to say up front that Barfield can't change anything in the LEMA plan. He might be able to buy some time, but if the GMD wants to move ahead, he will have to set hearings.
The law isn't a very good one, in that his hands are tied. Basically, he has to find some fault with it to reject it. Easy enough, of course, but, he can only reject it or accept it.
If it's rejected, he can make recommendations. If it's accepted, well, it likely will be going to court, especially considering it's already there on the most basic of reasons.
Suffice it to say it's another shining example that irrigators aren't at all willing to cut back. Despite all the talk about saving water, it hasn't happened. It likely won't until legislators force it.
Here, irrigators will lose end guns, but they never should have had them in the first place. They are truly wasting water, a violation of state law.
So, they don't want to do anything to reduce water use. In fact, they've already suggested some changes that will allow flexibility.
Next up will be to see how Barfield and his DWR crew responds.
This is gonna get ugly. It should.
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Thursday, November 8, 2018
Of politics and Kansas
Blessed are the Kansans who found it in their hearts to vote against the state's racist-in-chief Kris Kobach.
He was an evil man who would have been, well, entirely wrong for Kansas, which, despite all its shortcomings, is essentially a state filled with well-intentioned, albeit often misguided folks.
Why Kansas is a state with so many Republicans, or for that matter Democrats, is a mystery. Instead, I would think Kansas residents would be clamoring to register as independent voters, the parties be damned.
I say that because Kansas has been left behind by them both, and you can throw any minor-league parties into that mix. Bottom line, Kansas is and always has been a state that wants to do its own thing, often screwing it up, but trying just the same.
In some respects, I think the vast majority of Kansans are so anti-political that they really don't care who serves as governor or secretary of state or someone in the Legislature, that they'd rather leave the task of choosing the select few to someone else or another day. Same goes for those pesky politicians in Washington who have disappointed Kansans for so many years.
But there has been a change of late. And yes, I'm referring to the political shenanigans of Trump and his party of ill-repute — the Republicans. For Kansas, that includes the likes of Pat Roberts and Jerry Moran, long level-headed men who kind of meant to do the right things, didn't stir up too much trouble and were willing to step across the aisle and talk to people of the (gasp) other party.
Moran has long groaned about the abuses and wrongs that have been taking place in D.C., but has fully accepted and adopted the shenanigans, putting party above all else — especially Kansas and its residents. Roberts has gone with the flow so long, it was a change barely discernible.
They both disgust me, to say the least.
For some reason, it all seemed to change when the tea party folks, and Tim Huelkamp, stepped to the forefront, and katie-bar-the-door, everyone wanted to be outfront. Typically, that's a dangerous spot to be, due to the fallout that follows. But foolish minds never worry about the consequences.
Back in Kansas, the same trend was falling in place, with the party powerful — whoever that might be at the moment — was pushing trends and people who only had an agenda that failed to include Kansas. Instead, the quest was prosperity for those who bankrolled the situation, their friends and relatives and the power brokers who hid behind closed doors.
Read Sam Brownback into that equation, a political hack all the way back to his college days when he alienated his classmates. Sam seems to be a guerilla partisan, striking and then slipping into the woodwork, either to lick his wounds or let people forget. But he re-emerges, just as he did as state Ag Secretary, where he performed adequately and got his name out. Then he tried Congress before heading back home to destroy Kansas, by running for governor.
We all know how that turned out, with Kansas kicked in the teeth over and over, schools closing, and the list goes on. Jeff Colyer appears to have been the patsy in this event and will likely just go away.
But look at the debris and destruction old Sam left behind: An emboldened Kris Kobach, whose sole goal it seems was white supremacy, armed no less. He sought to strip voting rights, and expand gun rights.
His party of ill-repute went right on along with it, tossing a smattering of money his way to keep him in the game. They should have called him out for all his shenanigans.
Thankfully, Kansas voters saw through his ploy and said no, although entirely too many people approved of him. I'm not sure what that says of them, however.
But voters in the Sunflower state stuck with those who had been serving in the U.S. House of Representatives, except in one case. For that, I'm pleased.
However, and that's a big one, voters who were smart enough to reject Kobach were foolish enough to return Roger Marshall, Ron Estes and some new person that honestly I'm just not familiar with, but who leaves me with a really bad taste in my mouth.
I recognize I'm now branded a liberal, although I had always considered myself more middle-of-the-road on politics than left-wing. Considering the religious right we now have in power, I guess I am liberal, so take that all into account.
But Marshall is solidly Republican, never mind Kansas, and only favors the rich and famous or those knighted by his king, Donald Trump. Estes reminds me of the guy who wants to be everyone's friend, but doesn't have a clue what's really happening in the first place. He just keeps smiling, who gives a damn about the devastation surrounding him.
So what's all this mean?
Kansas is better than this. The state and its inhabitants know right from wrong and actually do care about their fellow man, whether they are black, brown, yellow or white. It's time we all step up and take charge of this state, deciding who can represent us and what they can do. It is, after all, our future.
We must decide where Kansas has been, and where we are going. And we must do it quick.
He was an evil man who would have been, well, entirely wrong for Kansas, which, despite all its shortcomings, is essentially a state filled with well-intentioned, albeit often misguided folks.
Why Kansas is a state with so many Republicans, or for that matter Democrats, is a mystery. Instead, I would think Kansas residents would be clamoring to register as independent voters, the parties be damned.
I say that because Kansas has been left behind by them both, and you can throw any minor-league parties into that mix. Bottom line, Kansas is and always has been a state that wants to do its own thing, often screwing it up, but trying just the same.
In some respects, I think the vast majority of Kansans are so anti-political that they really don't care who serves as governor or secretary of state or someone in the Legislature, that they'd rather leave the task of choosing the select few to someone else or another day. Same goes for those pesky politicians in Washington who have disappointed Kansans for so many years.
But there has been a change of late. And yes, I'm referring to the political shenanigans of Trump and his party of ill-repute — the Republicans. For Kansas, that includes the likes of Pat Roberts and Jerry Moran, long level-headed men who kind of meant to do the right things, didn't stir up too much trouble and were willing to step across the aisle and talk to people of the (gasp) other party.
Moran has long groaned about the abuses and wrongs that have been taking place in D.C., but has fully accepted and adopted the shenanigans, putting party above all else — especially Kansas and its residents. Roberts has gone with the flow so long, it was a change barely discernible.
They both disgust me, to say the least.
For some reason, it all seemed to change when the tea party folks, and Tim Huelkamp, stepped to the forefront, and katie-bar-the-door, everyone wanted to be outfront. Typically, that's a dangerous spot to be, due to the fallout that follows. But foolish minds never worry about the consequences.
Back in Kansas, the same trend was falling in place, with the party powerful — whoever that might be at the moment — was pushing trends and people who only had an agenda that failed to include Kansas. Instead, the quest was prosperity for those who bankrolled the situation, their friends and relatives and the power brokers who hid behind closed doors.
Read Sam Brownback into that equation, a political hack all the way back to his college days when he alienated his classmates. Sam seems to be a guerilla partisan, striking and then slipping into the woodwork, either to lick his wounds or let people forget. But he re-emerges, just as he did as state Ag Secretary, where he performed adequately and got his name out. Then he tried Congress before heading back home to destroy Kansas, by running for governor.
We all know how that turned out, with Kansas kicked in the teeth over and over, schools closing, and the list goes on. Jeff Colyer appears to have been the patsy in this event and will likely just go away.
But look at the debris and destruction old Sam left behind: An emboldened Kris Kobach, whose sole goal it seems was white supremacy, armed no less. He sought to strip voting rights, and expand gun rights.
His party of ill-repute went right on along with it, tossing a smattering of money his way to keep him in the game. They should have called him out for all his shenanigans.
Thankfully, Kansas voters saw through his ploy and said no, although entirely too many people approved of him. I'm not sure what that says of them, however.
But voters in the Sunflower state stuck with those who had been serving in the U.S. House of Representatives, except in one case. For that, I'm pleased.
However, and that's a big one, voters who were smart enough to reject Kobach were foolish enough to return Roger Marshall, Ron Estes and some new person that honestly I'm just not familiar with, but who leaves me with a really bad taste in my mouth.
I recognize I'm now branded a liberal, although I had always considered myself more middle-of-the-road on politics than left-wing. Considering the religious right we now have in power, I guess I am liberal, so take that all into account.
But Marshall is solidly Republican, never mind Kansas, and only favors the rich and famous or those knighted by his king, Donald Trump. Estes reminds me of the guy who wants to be everyone's friend, but doesn't have a clue what's really happening in the first place. He just keeps smiling, who gives a damn about the devastation surrounding him.
So what's all this mean?
Kansas is better than this. The state and its inhabitants know right from wrong and actually do care about their fellow man, whether they are black, brown, yellow or white. It's time we all step up and take charge of this state, deciding who can represent us and what they can do. It is, after all, our future.
We must decide where Kansas has been, and where we are going. And we must do it quick.
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Weather a mishmash
If you listened only to the drama-bound television weathermen and women, you'd think Kansas has never seen snow in October.
NEVER.
Or wait for it, the world might come to an end when temperatures fall below freezing, like they have the last two days. Yes, two days, never mind the forecasters pronouncements Monday night that (gasp), the thermometer might fall below freezing during the early morning hours Tuesday.
They did, of course, but they also feel below freezing on Monday morning as well, in both Hays and Salina.
Of course, television, in many respects, never let the facts stand in the way of a good boost.
And no, I am not espousing the views of the dictator Donald Trump, who likes to talk about fake news.
If the facts follow along with the great story, then all's fine, but there has to be that drama. That's why, when the National Weather Service, in its usual measured system of delivery, said there was a freeze warning Tuesday morning. There was. It froze.
But temperatures dropped below freezing Monday morning as well in Hays and Salina.
In essence, we got a two-fer.
I for one know temperatures fell below freezing on Monday morning. All I had to do was look at my poor tomato plants, which i had pulled up Sunday in the dreary drizzle, but the greenery left behind was much worse for the wear after the freeze. My pots of basil also took it in the shorts, and were left with a rather unhealthy black look.
But OMG, KWCH meteorologist Ross Jensen was agog that Salina might freeze Tuesday morning. It already had, of course.
And, OMG, it might snow. It did, a couple inches.
No biggie, other than to Ross, who long has worried in great detail about those poor trash cans being toppled in the Kansas wind. Not like we don't have much, you know.
It used to be TV meteorologists details the weather in calming voices. Not heralding "weather alerts" everytime the wind blew, or lightning struck, or storms were possible, or when the heat rose or the cold fell.
It's simply too much. I sometimes think I could do a better job telling folks what the weather might be, at least in a calm manner.
Of course, I'd have to rely on the real experts at the National Weather Service, which is where I get my information.
NEVER.
Or wait for it, the world might come to an end when temperatures fall below freezing, like they have the last two days. Yes, two days, never mind the forecasters pronouncements Monday night that (gasp), the thermometer might fall below freezing during the early morning hours Tuesday.
They did, of course, but they also feel below freezing on Monday morning as well, in both Hays and Salina.
Of course, television, in many respects, never let the facts stand in the way of a good boost.
And no, I am not espousing the views of the dictator Donald Trump, who likes to talk about fake news.
If the facts follow along with the great story, then all's fine, but there has to be that drama. That's why, when the National Weather Service, in its usual measured system of delivery, said there was a freeze warning Tuesday morning. There was. It froze.
But temperatures dropped below freezing Monday morning as well in Hays and Salina.
In essence, we got a two-fer.
I for one know temperatures fell below freezing on Monday morning. All I had to do was look at my poor tomato plants, which i had pulled up Sunday in the dreary drizzle, but the greenery left behind was much worse for the wear after the freeze. My pots of basil also took it in the shorts, and were left with a rather unhealthy black look.
But OMG, KWCH meteorologist Ross Jensen was agog that Salina might freeze Tuesday morning. It already had, of course.
And, OMG, it might snow. It did, a couple inches.
No biggie, other than to Ross, who long has worried in great detail about those poor trash cans being toppled in the Kansas wind. Not like we don't have much, you know.
It used to be TV meteorologists details the weather in calming voices. Not heralding "weather alerts" everytime the wind blew, or lightning struck, or storms were possible, or when the heat rose or the cold fell.
It's simply too much. I sometimes think I could do a better job telling folks what the weather might be, at least in a calm manner.
Of course, I'd have to rely on the real experts at the National Weather Service, which is where I get my information.
Monday, September 24, 2018
Season's changing
Yep, there's no doubt the season is changing. You can see it on any thermometer, or in nature.
I've been blessed of late to watch and marvel as hummingbirds have decided to take over the yard, and sip nectar (the homemade kind) from feeders now hanging from three locations in the backyard and one in the front yard — a move that you'll soon understand.
I've had a spare hook out back that I hoped would someday be a spot to attract hummingbirds. I guess through wishful hoping, I decided to leave up a couple hummingbird feeders even though they were empty. Well, except for the rain that fell into the holes where the birds fit their beak for a sip of sweet sugar-and-water.
As I was looking out the back window one day a few weeks ago as I prepared for a bite to eat, I spotted what I was confident to be a lone hummingbird.
Ah, the joy, as I've never had the tiny birds flying about. Yes, I've put up hummingbird feeders before, but it apparently was a test run to make sure I knew the correct recipe for sugar water. I did, but they didn't come around.
So, this year, I was completely unprepared.
The hummingbird took a close look at both the feeders hanging, but turned up its nose — so to speak — and went elsewhere. I soon found out why, as when I went to fill it with the good stuff, it had a mucky, semi-solid mix in the base. I'm sure it was some moldy crap that languished in the sun after each rain.
A quick dip in the sink and a thorough scrubbing got rid of the gunk.
But then nothing. I feared I had missed my chance. And I was damn mad.
Still, I headed back out for the other feeder, washed it down as well and filled it up. So now I had two unused feeders. No, I wasn't twice as mad, but I was twice as frustrated.
Until the next day. Then hallelujah, a hummer took the bait and sipped from my feeder. Frequently.
She, as I ultimately decided until I decided I was likely very wrong, soon became a frequent visitor to my yard. But as she (or he) visited more often, I noticed other movements.
It wasn't until my little hummer decided to abandon the tree at the back of the yard and set a spell on a little perch I've had hanging for nigh on to two years that I realized what the heck was happening.
She (or he) was ready to defend her (or his) turf. And she would sit on her throne not 10 feet from the house, and not more than 8 feet from the chair I sit in whilst outside. Oh sure, she (or he) would fly away when I walked out the door, but soon returned.
She (or he) didn't mind me or the dogs joining her morning or afternoon, provided we weren't too anxious to move about. Lazy dogs and a lazy me went right along with the idea.
But my little companion was anything but lazy. She (or he) was quick to defend the feeders, running off other hummers and even pondering putting up her dukes to defend against the horde of sparrows that sometimes frequented the yard. She (or he) always thought better of it, and returned to her (or his) throne.
At the peak, she (or he) was busy running off up to six would-be feeder robbers. Oh sure, they'd sneak in under cover of a feeder, or while the queen (or king) was busy chasing someone else off, and get a sip of sugar water. But it had to be quick.
That's when I decided, the hanger out at the back of the yard should go out front, along with a feeder.
The queen was none too happy. She (or he) had lost a valuable kingdom and, worked even harder to keep others away.
The beauty of it all was the feeder out front became the domain of another hummer, and apparently didn't have to fight off invading crusaders. Plus, I could watch both, depending on where I was.
To say I missed the chance to grab a few photos would be a massive mistake. I grabbed hundreds likely. And video. On my phone, on my cameras. Some good, some really sucked. I photographed so much thin air or unoccupied feeders, you'd have to laugh.
They are really — as in really, really — fast and if you aren't at the ready all the time, well forget it. I don't know how many times I'd reach for my camera or phone and poof, no bird. Even when I saw a slow intruder, the queen (or king) was there like magic and they both were gone by the time my eye looked through the viewfinder.
I worried they'd all be gone when the cold front of last week swept through, but I was kind of wrong. The throngs did leave, but one out front and as many as two out back stuck around.
They're still a joy, but not so active. There's hardly anyone to bully out back and the one out front enjoys his (or her) sugar water.
Me, I keep an eye out. I'm sure their time here is limited. Another cool front is poised to hit and likely they'll head south.
I'll miss them, of course. But it was fun.
For an old guy like me, it was nice playing with these feisty little guys (or girls). I'm just hoping for a repeat next year. I'll be better prepared, or so I hope.
...
As a little footnote on another critter, a paltry few snails continued to migrate somewhere. What's left now, I presume are no longer functioning — as in dead. Interesting of course, but I still wish I knew what they heck species they are. I'll figure it out someday.
I've been blessed of late to watch and marvel as hummingbirds have decided to take over the yard, and sip nectar (the homemade kind) from feeders now hanging from three locations in the backyard and one in the front yard — a move that you'll soon understand.
I've had a spare hook out back that I hoped would someday be a spot to attract hummingbirds. I guess through wishful hoping, I decided to leave up a couple hummingbird feeders even though they were empty. Well, except for the rain that fell into the holes where the birds fit their beak for a sip of sweet sugar-and-water.
As I was looking out the back window one day a few weeks ago as I prepared for a bite to eat, I spotted what I was confident to be a lone hummingbird.
Ah, the joy, as I've never had the tiny birds flying about. Yes, I've put up hummingbird feeders before, but it apparently was a test run to make sure I knew the correct recipe for sugar water. I did, but they didn't come around.
So, this year, I was completely unprepared.
The hummingbird took a close look at both the feeders hanging, but turned up its nose — so to speak — and went elsewhere. I soon found out why, as when I went to fill it with the good stuff, it had a mucky, semi-solid mix in the base. I'm sure it was some moldy crap that languished in the sun after each rain.
A quick dip in the sink and a thorough scrubbing got rid of the gunk.
But then nothing. I feared I had missed my chance. And I was damn mad.
Still, I headed back out for the other feeder, washed it down as well and filled it up. So now I had two unused feeders. No, I wasn't twice as mad, but I was twice as frustrated.
Until the next day. Then hallelujah, a hummer took the bait and sipped from my feeder. Frequently.
She, as I ultimately decided until I decided I was likely very wrong, soon became a frequent visitor to my yard. But as she (or he) visited more often, I noticed other movements.
It wasn't until my little hummer decided to abandon the tree at the back of the yard and set a spell on a little perch I've had hanging for nigh on to two years that I realized what the heck was happening.
She (or he) was ready to defend her (or his) turf. And she would sit on her throne not 10 feet from the house, and not more than 8 feet from the chair I sit in whilst outside. Oh sure, she (or he) would fly away when I walked out the door, but soon returned.
She (or he) didn't mind me or the dogs joining her morning or afternoon, provided we weren't too anxious to move about. Lazy dogs and a lazy me went right along with the idea.
But my little companion was anything but lazy. She (or he) was quick to defend the feeders, running off other hummers and even pondering putting up her dukes to defend against the horde of sparrows that sometimes frequented the yard. She (or he) always thought better of it, and returned to her (or his) throne.
At the peak, she (or he) was busy running off up to six would-be feeder robbers. Oh sure, they'd sneak in under cover of a feeder, or while the queen (or king) was busy chasing someone else off, and get a sip of sugar water. But it had to be quick.
That's when I decided, the hanger out at the back of the yard should go out front, along with a feeder.
The queen was none too happy. She (or he) had lost a valuable kingdom and, worked even harder to keep others away.
The beauty of it all was the feeder out front became the domain of another hummer, and apparently didn't have to fight off invading crusaders. Plus, I could watch both, depending on where I was.
To say I missed the chance to grab a few photos would be a massive mistake. I grabbed hundreds likely. And video. On my phone, on my cameras. Some good, some really sucked. I photographed so much thin air or unoccupied feeders, you'd have to laugh.
They are really — as in really, really — fast and if you aren't at the ready all the time, well forget it. I don't know how many times I'd reach for my camera or phone and poof, no bird. Even when I saw a slow intruder, the queen (or king) was there like magic and they both were gone by the time my eye looked through the viewfinder.
I worried they'd all be gone when the cold front of last week swept through, but I was kind of wrong. The throngs did leave, but one out front and as many as two out back stuck around.
They're still a joy, but not so active. There's hardly anyone to bully out back and the one out front enjoys his (or her) sugar water.
Me, I keep an eye out. I'm sure their time here is limited. Another cool front is poised to hit and likely they'll head south.
I'll miss them, of course. But it was fun.
For an old guy like me, it was nice playing with these feisty little guys (or girls). I'm just hoping for a repeat next year. I'll be better prepared, or so I hope.
...
As a little footnote on another critter, a paltry few snails continued to migrate somewhere. What's left now, I presume are no longer functioning — as in dead. Interesting of course, but I still wish I knew what they heck species they are. I'll figure it out someday.
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
More changes coming in plan to boost water for Quivira
ST. JOHN — The second draft of a plan designed to make Quivira National Wildlife Refuge’s senior water right whole again remains subject to revision, including actually reducing the size of the LEMA being proposed.
That revision should be forthcoming soon, Groundwater Management District No. 5 executive Director Orrin Feril told a standing room only crowd in St. John on Monday.
Reducing the size of the area included in the management area, part of a plan to fill the shortfall in a water impairment case involving the nearby wildlife refuge, would quell some complaints about areas in the GMD with little to no effect on water flow in the Rattlesnake Creek basin and consequently Quivira. But it’s sure to raise other concerns depending on how much proposed “voluntary” cuts will be needed on the area remaining to reduce what are essentially mandatory reductions in the amount of water being used.
Also Monday, the Division of Water Resources again dismissed an attempt by Audubon of Kansas to get the state and GMD to move more quickly on taking actions that would mean more water for Quivira, a popular stopping off point for many endangered species, including the iconic whooping crane.
Randy Rathbun, the attorney for AOK, 10 days ago sent a letter to DWR Chief Engineer David Barfield detailing the need to make sure Quivira can fulfil its water right. He also said failure to take action could result in the filing of a lawsuit seeking to force the state and U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which owns the refuge, to take action.
Rathbun said the Kansas Water Appropriation Act requires the chief engineer to protect senior water rights, such as Quivira’s. Barfield’s two-year-old impairment report found that water rights junior to Quivira were preventing the refuge from obtaining its full water appropriation by as much as 3,000 to 5,000 acre feet each year.
In DWR’s response, agency attorney Kenneth B. Titus said the state had failed to post on its website a copy of the request to secure water filed by the federal wildlife agency. That document was filed along with the response.
But Titus noted the request was filed according state regulation that states: “If the area of complaint is located within the boundaries of a GMD and if the final report determines that the impairment is substantially due to direct interference, the chief engineer shall allow the GMD board to recommend how to regulate the impairing water rights to satisfy the impaired right.”
The GMD 5 board agreed to move forward with a LEMA, “and they are working diligently towards the formation of such a district.”
However, one lawsuit is already in the works, filed by several irrigators who object to the LEMA proposal. An attempt by the state to scuttle the lawsuit failed when a judge allowed it to move ahead.
Work on the LEMA has been underway since the impairment report, and has now been revised twice.
In the meantime, junior water rights have not been restricted, and likely won’t be until the plan takes effect, tentatively set for 2020.
So far, the only concrete reductions that have been discussed is a requirement for end guns — the large overhead water sprinklers at the end of a center pivot — must be removed by Jan. 1. There are approximately 1,300 end guns that will need to be removed.
In the latest draft of the LEMA, Feril said Monday, the board has sought to implement “voluntary” reductions that are based on water right priorities. Vested water rights, those in place when the state’s water appropriation laws were passed in 1945, won’t have any restrictions because they are senior to all other rights.
Another change in the latest revision is that reductions will be based on amounts allowed in water rights, rather than based on historic water use.
All told, there are water rights in the LEMA area amounting to 303,598 acre feet — or about 99 billion gallons annually.
Computer models suggest actual future water use without restrictions would be closer to 233,000 acre feet, about 76 billion gallons.
The state’s water agency, however, is saying the LEMA’s water use would need to be 210,000 acre feet — 68.5 billion gallons — five years after the LEMA is in place.
With the 19,000 acre feet expected to be saved with the removal of the end guns, that means another 4,000 acre feet of water use will have to be cut.
That’s where the so-called voluntary reductions will need to be made, and the savings will come from less than half of the GMD, depending on the revisions Feril said were possible.
At Monday’s meeting, Feril frequently talked about a schedule of cuts based on priority of water rights.
He also said that if cuts don’t reach the 210,000 acre-feet threshold required by DWR, those irrigators who met the required reductions would continue on as they have.
Irrigators who do not reduce water use by the amount needed would see the reductions become mandatory rather than voluntary.
The GMD’s accounting scenario envisions reductions of 25 percent to 45 percent, with the greatest cuts coming from the most junior water right holders.
In addition to the cuts, the plan to restore Quivira’s water right involves augmentation, the pumping of water from an area south of the refuge and the pipeline delivery when and where refuge staff wants it.
The water would come from a battery of wells that have not been drilled, and a specific location hasn’t been selected.
Feril said the GMD is working on getting an agreement with the state that will set out how much water can be used and where it will be delivered. That agreement has not been reached.
He’s uncertain when the agreement will be reached.
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Any publications wanting to use this story should contact me directly.
As a full disclosure, I served on the board of Audubon of Kansas but have since stepped down from that position.
That revision should be forthcoming soon, Groundwater Management District No. 5 executive Director Orrin Feril told a standing room only crowd in St. John on Monday.
Reducing the size of the area included in the management area, part of a plan to fill the shortfall in a water impairment case involving the nearby wildlife refuge, would quell some complaints about areas in the GMD with little to no effect on water flow in the Rattlesnake Creek basin and consequently Quivira. But it’s sure to raise other concerns depending on how much proposed “voluntary” cuts will be needed on the area remaining to reduce what are essentially mandatory reductions in the amount of water being used.
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| A dry creekbed greeted visitors in this photo from Quivira National Wildlife Refuge. |
Also Monday, the Division of Water Resources again dismissed an attempt by Audubon of Kansas to get the state and GMD to move more quickly on taking actions that would mean more water for Quivira, a popular stopping off point for many endangered species, including the iconic whooping crane.
Randy Rathbun, the attorney for AOK, 10 days ago sent a letter to DWR Chief Engineer David Barfield detailing the need to make sure Quivira can fulfil its water right. He also said failure to take action could result in the filing of a lawsuit seeking to force the state and U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which owns the refuge, to take action.
Rathbun said the Kansas Water Appropriation Act requires the chief engineer to protect senior water rights, such as Quivira’s. Barfield’s two-year-old impairment report found that water rights junior to Quivira were preventing the refuge from obtaining its full water appropriation by as much as 3,000 to 5,000 acre feet each year.
In DWR’s response, agency attorney Kenneth B. Titus said the state had failed to post on its website a copy of the request to secure water filed by the federal wildlife agency. That document was filed along with the response.
But Titus noted the request was filed according state regulation that states: “If the area of complaint is located within the boundaries of a GMD and if the final report determines that the impairment is substantially due to direct interference, the chief engineer shall allow the GMD board to recommend how to regulate the impairing water rights to satisfy the impaired right.”
The GMD 5 board agreed to move forward with a LEMA, “and they are working diligently towards the formation of such a district.”
However, one lawsuit is already in the works, filed by several irrigators who object to the LEMA proposal. An attempt by the state to scuttle the lawsuit failed when a judge allowed it to move ahead.
Work on the LEMA has been underway since the impairment report, and has now been revised twice.
In the meantime, junior water rights have not been restricted, and likely won’t be until the plan takes effect, tentatively set for 2020.
So far, the only concrete reductions that have been discussed is a requirement for end guns — the large overhead water sprinklers at the end of a center pivot — must be removed by Jan. 1. There are approximately 1,300 end guns that will need to be removed.
In the latest draft of the LEMA, Feril said Monday, the board has sought to implement “voluntary” reductions that are based on water right priorities. Vested water rights, those in place when the state’s water appropriation laws were passed in 1945, won’t have any restrictions because they are senior to all other rights.
Another change in the latest revision is that reductions will be based on amounts allowed in water rights, rather than based on historic water use.
All told, there are water rights in the LEMA area amounting to 303,598 acre feet — or about 99 billion gallons annually.
Computer models suggest actual future water use without restrictions would be closer to 233,000 acre feet, about 76 billion gallons.
The state’s water agency, however, is saying the LEMA’s water use would need to be 210,000 acre feet — 68.5 billion gallons — five years after the LEMA is in place.
With the 19,000 acre feet expected to be saved with the removal of the end guns, that means another 4,000 acre feet of water use will have to be cut.
That’s where the so-called voluntary reductions will need to be made, and the savings will come from less than half of the GMD, depending on the revisions Feril said were possible.
At Monday’s meeting, Feril frequently talked about a schedule of cuts based on priority of water rights.
He also said that if cuts don’t reach the 210,000 acre-feet threshold required by DWR, those irrigators who met the required reductions would continue on as they have.
Irrigators who do not reduce water use by the amount needed would see the reductions become mandatory rather than voluntary.
The GMD’s accounting scenario envisions reductions of 25 percent to 45 percent, with the greatest cuts coming from the most junior water right holders.
In addition to the cuts, the plan to restore Quivira’s water right involves augmentation, the pumping of water from an area south of the refuge and the pipeline delivery when and where refuge staff wants it.
The water would come from a battery of wells that have not been drilled, and a specific location hasn’t been selected.
Feril said the GMD is working on getting an agreement with the state that will set out how much water can be used and where it will be delivered. That agreement has not been reached.
He’s uncertain when the agreement will be reached.
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Any publications wanting to use this story should contact me directly.
As a full disclosure, I served on the board of Audubon of Kansas but have since stepped down from that position.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Snail season ending
Foolishly I suppose, but I've been fascinated of late with the presence of yet another critter I've encountered on my morning walks.
I've got photographs aplenty, shell alone and even some with snails plodding along, their antennae probing the air and their beady eyes looking about. I've even captured a couple videos, which as you might guess, are somewhat akin to watching paint dry.
A 30-second video doesn't even allow time for a snail to move from one side of the camera to the other.
But strangely enough, these snails were found on a sidewalk, most active, not unsurprisingly, when temperatures were cool and conditions damp. However, even on some warmer mornings, the snails were moving about, or at least had exposed their softer side, reaching out from the protection of their shells and moving about.
What they're looking for is entirely uncertain. I have no clue if its for food, reproduction or simply migration.
Perhaps snails head north for the winter. You know, like a few inches.
Or perhaps, its an even curiouser case of an old dilemma: Why did the snail cross the sidewalk? A road, of course, would be much too wide, and their losses staggering as they certainly can't run from oncoming tires, even if those tires are small wheels attached to walkers used by senior citizens.
I did show my wife one of the videos, and I could barely hold her attention for half of the half-minute video, as she rightly noted that it was much less than riveting. She declined to watch my second video, or browse through my catalog of snail photos.
I'm at a loss to explain her reluctance, of course.
Despite all uncertainty and the lukewarm interest I've gotten, I continue to paus during my timed morning walks, to kneel down to photograph these snails.
Then I've dutifully returned home, with photos in hand (so to speak), and looked up details about snails in Kansas.
I've read an Emporia State University publication, and perused a booklet available online from the Great Plains Nature Center in Wichita.
I still have no clue what I've found, other than it's a snail. A small one.
Instead, I should have carried more equipment, per the ESU guide.
"This system of identification of identifying Kansas land snails and slugs uses the major features of the shell to get you down to a smaller group of likely species. Then by using the individual species descriptions, it should be possible to get to a single species or a group of snails. In some cases, a good magnifier will be needed."
But then I learned: "The major features to be used are: (1) the shape of the shell, (2) the type of umbilicus, (3) the edge of the outer lip of the aperture, (4) the presence/absence of various teeth in the aperture, and (5) the presence of shell surface features like ridges."
I confess, I didn't even know snails had teeth. Or a lip for that matter.
I get the idea of ridges. I mean, even Ruffles have ridges, but who knew about snails?
Suffice it to say, it's unlikely I'm going to determine just what kind of snail has attracted my attention, and I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter.
Instead, what matters is being outdoors, watching the grandeur of nature, even down the smallest of snails, if that's even a correct statement.
I walk outdoors for a single reason. It's outdoors and I can watch one of my favorite things: nature, be it trees, green june bugs, a lone Canada good or frolicking white-tailed deer. I'll likely even walk outdoors during the winter months, but I'm sure a lot of wildlife will be tucked safely away, either at distant locations or, as in the case of my snails, somewhere nice and deep and relatively warm.
Of course, I'll dress warmer as well.
The Emporia State University guide can be found at: https://kansasmollusks.wordpress.com/3-identifying-kansas-land-snails/
The Great Plains Nature Center pocket guide for snails, along wth a broad cross-section of Kansas wildlife can be found and downloaded at no charge at: http://gpnc.org/gift-shop/publications/
I've got photographs aplenty, shell alone and even some with snails plodding along, their antennae probing the air and their beady eyes looking about. I've even captured a couple videos, which as you might guess, are somewhat akin to watching paint dry.
A 30-second video doesn't even allow time for a snail to move from one side of the camera to the other.
But strangely enough, these snails were found on a sidewalk, most active, not unsurprisingly, when temperatures were cool and conditions damp. However, even on some warmer mornings, the snails were moving about, or at least had exposed their softer side, reaching out from the protection of their shells and moving about.
What they're looking for is entirely uncertain. I have no clue if its for food, reproduction or simply migration.
Perhaps snails head north for the winter. You know, like a few inches.
Or perhaps, its an even curiouser case of an old dilemma: Why did the snail cross the sidewalk? A road, of course, would be much too wide, and their losses staggering as they certainly can't run from oncoming tires, even if those tires are small wheels attached to walkers used by senior citizens.
I did show my wife one of the videos, and I could barely hold her attention for half of the half-minute video, as she rightly noted that it was much less than riveting. She declined to watch my second video, or browse through my catalog of snail photos.
I'm at a loss to explain her reluctance, of course.
Despite all uncertainty and the lukewarm interest I've gotten, I continue to paus during my timed morning walks, to kneel down to photograph these snails.
Then I've dutifully returned home, with photos in hand (so to speak), and looked up details about snails in Kansas.
I've read an Emporia State University publication, and perused a booklet available online from the Great Plains Nature Center in Wichita.
I still have no clue what I've found, other than it's a snail. A small one.
Instead, I should have carried more equipment, per the ESU guide.
"This system of identification of identifying Kansas land snails and slugs uses the major features of the shell to get you down to a smaller group of likely species. Then by using the individual species descriptions, it should be possible to get to a single species or a group of snails. In some cases, a good magnifier will be needed."
But then I learned: "The major features to be used are: (1) the shape of the shell, (2) the type of umbilicus, (3) the edge of the outer lip of the aperture, (4) the presence/absence of various teeth in the aperture, and (5) the presence of shell surface features like ridges."
I confess, I didn't even know snails had teeth. Or a lip for that matter.
I get the idea of ridges. I mean, even Ruffles have ridges, but who knew about snails?
Suffice it to say, it's unlikely I'm going to determine just what kind of snail has attracted my attention, and I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter.
Instead, what matters is being outdoors, watching the grandeur of nature, even down the smallest of snails, if that's even a correct statement.
I walk outdoors for a single reason. It's outdoors and I can watch one of my favorite things: nature, be it trees, green june bugs, a lone Canada good or frolicking white-tailed deer. I'll likely even walk outdoors during the winter months, but I'm sure a lot of wildlife will be tucked safely away, either at distant locations or, as in the case of my snails, somewhere nice and deep and relatively warm.
Of course, I'll dress warmer as well.
The Emporia State University guide can be found at: https://kansasmollusks.wordpress.com/3-identifying-kansas-land-snails/
The Great Plains Nature Center pocket guide for snails, along wth a broad cross-section of Kansas wildlife can be found and downloaded at no charge at: http://gpnc.org/gift-shop/publications/
Friday, August 17, 2018
A total cluster....
OK, I promised my faithful readers (who seem to be absent after my long absence) that I'd be back in short order, so here I am.
There's almost too much to talk about.
But let me start with the proposed water transfer from the Platte River into a a power company ditch, into a creek and through a lake, all before the water robbed from the Platte is dumped unceremoniously into the Republican River.
The whole idea behind this, in a nutshell, is there's so much water use along the Republican River in Nebraska that there's not enough left over to deliver what is due and owing to Kansas under an interstate river compact.
So, Nebraska's natural resource districts, or at least two of them, came up with the harebrained idea of siphoning off water from the Platte — during periods of high flow — and diverting it into the Republican River. (This might sound familiar right here in Kansas, as irrigators in southwest Kansas have suggested tapping the Missouri River in far northeast Kansas during high flow, pumping it into a lake before dumping it into a concrete aqueduct to pump the precious liquid southwest to a waiting reservoir.)
Except, in Nebraska, water will be rerouted at a rate of 275 cubic feet — when there's high flow — in the hope of delivering 100 cfs to the Republican River.
That's 7.4 million gallons of water every hour from the Platte in the hope of delivering 2.7 million gallons to the Republican.
All that so state officials don't have to shut down Nebraska irrigators to meet the law laid out in the river compact with Kansas. Nebraska already has paid a hefty fine to Kansas for failing to deliver what the Sunflower state is due, and the U.S. Supreme Court said any additional shortages likely will bring heftier fines.
That's why Nebraska irrigators are saying this is a state problem, because if water isn't delivered as required, the state — the entity signing the compact — will pay a big fine. Never mind its the irrigators who are draining the water.
While I submitted my objection, if it does any good as the timing means I had to email it, even though it looks as if Nebraska only accepts comments by snail mail. Talk about old school.
But I place a huge amount of blame on Kansas for a lack of notice.
The illustrious Kansas Department of Wildlife, Parks and Tourism (or as I like to call them, the Kansas Department of Wildlife and Parks for Tourism), shortly after midnight Aug. 10, a week ago, sent out an item mentioning the transfer, suggesting Kansas folks might want to comment as well.
In the notice, KDWP&T said it had worked with Gov. Jeff Colyer to write a letter objecting to the transfer because of the threat of asian carp being introduced into the Republican River basin, eventually into the Kansas side.
I messaged the good folks at KDWP&T and asked what other comments they were filing. Three days later, because of the weekend, I learned that was it, the state's wildlife agency is going to do nothing else. Zero.
But they hope we do.
Sure, Colyer's comment might help, but it's weak. Terribly.
Nevermind the environmental side of things, the Asian Carp thing is huge. You see, the Republican flows into Milford, which flows into the Kansas River, so anything downstream is invaded. Also, Asian carp can back track, gaining a foothold in the Smoky Hill, Saline and Solomon rivers.
Sure dams will stop them, but an errant catch downstream of Cedar Bluff, for example, could quickly be carried upstream and the cycle starts again.
As the guardian of all things Kansas wildlife, KDWP&T should have filed a full-fledged objection.
I did. If it does any good.
I'll try to keep track of this thing, but the web link I was visiting in Nebraska went dead, and the search function doesn't work. Makes it harder, but not impossible.
For those who know me, they know i'm a pain and will continue to dig away. That hasn't change.
See ya next time.
There's almost too much to talk about.
But let me start with the proposed water transfer from the Platte River into a a power company ditch, into a creek and through a lake, all before the water robbed from the Platte is dumped unceremoniously into the Republican River.
The whole idea behind this, in a nutshell, is there's so much water use along the Republican River in Nebraska that there's not enough left over to deliver what is due and owing to Kansas under an interstate river compact.
So, Nebraska's natural resource districts, or at least two of them, came up with the harebrained idea of siphoning off water from the Platte — during periods of high flow — and diverting it into the Republican River. (This might sound familiar right here in Kansas, as irrigators in southwest Kansas have suggested tapping the Missouri River in far northeast Kansas during high flow, pumping it into a lake before dumping it into a concrete aqueduct to pump the precious liquid southwest to a waiting reservoir.)
Except, in Nebraska, water will be rerouted at a rate of 275 cubic feet — when there's high flow — in the hope of delivering 100 cfs to the Republican River.
That's 7.4 million gallons of water every hour from the Platte in the hope of delivering 2.7 million gallons to the Republican.
All that so state officials don't have to shut down Nebraska irrigators to meet the law laid out in the river compact with Kansas. Nebraska already has paid a hefty fine to Kansas for failing to deliver what the Sunflower state is due, and the U.S. Supreme Court said any additional shortages likely will bring heftier fines.
That's why Nebraska irrigators are saying this is a state problem, because if water isn't delivered as required, the state — the entity signing the compact — will pay a big fine. Never mind its the irrigators who are draining the water.
While I submitted my objection, if it does any good as the timing means I had to email it, even though it looks as if Nebraska only accepts comments by snail mail. Talk about old school.
But I place a huge amount of blame on Kansas for a lack of notice.
The illustrious Kansas Department of Wildlife, Parks and Tourism (or as I like to call them, the Kansas Department of Wildlife and Parks for Tourism), shortly after midnight Aug. 10, a week ago, sent out an item mentioning the transfer, suggesting Kansas folks might want to comment as well.
In the notice, KDWP&T said it had worked with Gov. Jeff Colyer to write a letter objecting to the transfer because of the threat of asian carp being introduced into the Republican River basin, eventually into the Kansas side.
I messaged the good folks at KDWP&T and asked what other comments they were filing. Three days later, because of the weekend, I learned that was it, the state's wildlife agency is going to do nothing else. Zero.
But they hope we do.
Sure, Colyer's comment might help, but it's weak. Terribly.
Nevermind the environmental side of things, the Asian Carp thing is huge. You see, the Republican flows into Milford, which flows into the Kansas River, so anything downstream is invaded. Also, Asian carp can back track, gaining a foothold in the Smoky Hill, Saline and Solomon rivers.
Sure dams will stop them, but an errant catch downstream of Cedar Bluff, for example, could quickly be carried upstream and the cycle starts again.
As the guardian of all things Kansas wildlife, KDWP&T should have filed a full-fledged objection.
I did. If it does any good.
I'll try to keep track of this thing, but the web link I was visiting in Nebraska went dead, and the search function doesn't work. Makes it harder, but not impossible.
For those who know me, they know i'm a pain and will continue to dig away. That hasn't change.
See ya next time.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Lost in space?
Well no, but it sure seems to me, and likely to anyone reading this that I've been "lost," aka, missing in action.
No, I'm still around, still contrary and still just as cantankerous as my father said I was. Make no mistake, he could see right through me, but I'm also something of an open book.
Be that as it may, I just happened to be sitting around, finally back on the computer after a lengthy hiatus, and stumbled across this Blogger thing. And then it all came back to me: I used to write some meaningless thoughts here, for anybody (or for that matter nobody) to read.
I guess I became somewhat frustrated, concerned that no one was reading my missives, or if you prefer, my rants. Time and again, I've meant to step back up to the keyboard and enter the fray once again. To tell a family secret, I've been involved in numerous frays, and I don't plan on stopping now.
Many of my tirades have been quasi private, and honestly have focused on the Trump and Co. shenanigans. It's a constant battle to remain in the loop when it comes to Trump's attacks on the environment, a topic I'm notably concerned about.
There have been so many that I hardly bat an eye when something comes out in the five-day-a-week Federal Register, which I continue to peruse on a daily basis. Old habits die hard, or they don't die at all.
There are so many affronts to decency right here in Kansas, I could go full time here. So something had to give, and this is something that gave.
I'll try to do better. I have some ideas of topics to broach. I'll rant and I'll rave.
It's Wednesday, and I need to send off an objection to a water transfer in Nebraska. I only dabble in that controversy becuase the water transfer is a result of legal obligations that state has with Kansas.
But there's a catch. And I'll try to bring everyone up to speed on what that catch is in the next 24 hours or so.
It'll do me good to get the fingers all limbered up and moving on this keyboard.
See you then, hopefully.
Feel free to say hello, or tell me to go to hell if that's your inclination.
No, I'm still around, still contrary and still just as cantankerous as my father said I was. Make no mistake, he could see right through me, but I'm also something of an open book.
Be that as it may, I just happened to be sitting around, finally back on the computer after a lengthy hiatus, and stumbled across this Blogger thing. And then it all came back to me: I used to write some meaningless thoughts here, for anybody (or for that matter nobody) to read.
I guess I became somewhat frustrated, concerned that no one was reading my missives, or if you prefer, my rants. Time and again, I've meant to step back up to the keyboard and enter the fray once again. To tell a family secret, I've been involved in numerous frays, and I don't plan on stopping now.
Many of my tirades have been quasi private, and honestly have focused on the Trump and Co. shenanigans. It's a constant battle to remain in the loop when it comes to Trump's attacks on the environment, a topic I'm notably concerned about.
There have been so many that I hardly bat an eye when something comes out in the five-day-a-week Federal Register, which I continue to peruse on a daily basis. Old habits die hard, or they don't die at all.
There are so many affronts to decency right here in Kansas, I could go full time here. So something had to give, and this is something that gave.
I'll try to do better. I have some ideas of topics to broach. I'll rant and I'll rave.
It's Wednesday, and I need to send off an objection to a water transfer in Nebraska. I only dabble in that controversy becuase the water transfer is a result of legal obligations that state has with Kansas.
But there's a catch. And I'll try to bring everyone up to speed on what that catch is in the next 24 hours or so.
It'll do me good to get the fingers all limbered up and moving on this keyboard.
See you then, hopefully.
Feel free to say hello, or tell me to go to hell if that's your inclination.
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