There can be no doubt that things are changing. Sunday morning after a storm (finally) arrived from our northwestern neighbors, I went Duck hunting. I walked several miles of the Republican River, just north of where it comes out of Colorado. Surely there would be Mallards on it! Not a one. There was almost NO water in the streambed, What had been a robust prairie river now was maybe a foot wide, banks overgrown, several inches deep. Our deer season, just finished was warm and dry. Scary. Packed the "Big 10" E Grade on my walk. Like Dad said, "you can't spoil a good walk by carrying a shotgun".
