Property Taxes: Whose Money Is in the Bucket?

I’ve had a few questions about several stories I’ve written about property taxes, and I would like to share with you my bucket analogy, which simplifies some of the complex things that determine a person’s property taxes.

Imagine a bucket. This bucket represents a single local taxing entity’s levy for a single year, payable the following year–for example, Stutsman County.

1. The governing body of that taxing entity determines the total amount of taxes to levy. That means Stutsman County sets the size of its own bucket. The state, though, usually has some limits on how big that bucket can be.

2. Every taxing entity has its own bucket.

When you pay property taxes, part of your money goes into the county’s bucket. But part of it goes into the city’s bucket, if you live in a city, or the township’s bucket, if you don’t, and part of it goes into the school district’s bucket. The county collects the property taxes for all these entities, but it doesn’t keep them, nor does it have any control over the size of anybody else’s buckets.

Now many factors help determine what goes into the buckets. I’ve written about a few of them. Below I’m going to use Stutsman County’s bucket as an example, but it’s not the only bucket involved, remember! And these three items are all specific to North Dakota.

1. The soils assessment. That was mandated by the state of North Dakota, and affects property valuation. Generally, the idea is to ensure that all land with the same type of soil that is used the same way is valued the same.

This will affect how much property owner A puts into the bucket compared to property owner B. If A had a lot of flood damage and couldn’t plant for several years, or if B just has better soil, B may end up putting more money into the bucket next year than A, even if they have the exact same amount of property.

That does not necessarily mean that B’s taxes will go up as compared with last year, however, because there are other factors. If the County Commission opts to levy less taxes, the county’s bucket will shrink, and require less money to fill it up. In fact, every taxing entity could levy a smaller tax and put out a smaller bucket. B will still pay more than A, but if the buckets shrink enough, B’s taxes could still be lower than they were last year.

2. The change in the statutory cap rate. This is part of how the state of North Dakota determines crop land values for the purposes of taxation. It’s a long mathematical formula.

Essentially, however, it helps determine how ag land is valued. In previous years, the statutory cap rate was held at a certain level by the Legislature, which kept ag land values lower. This year the Legislature did not vote to do that. (I don’t know how it reached that decision.)

This means that ag land values are going up 21 percent.

It still doesn’t necessarily mean that either A’s or B’s taxes will go up as compared with last year. Remember, the taxing entities still could shrink the size of their buckets enough to offset that 21 percent.

It does mean, however, that both A and B will be putting proportionally more into this bucket than last year as compared with C, who owns only residential land, and D, who only owns a business.

Do note that, given the size of the increase due to this issue, it is likely that A’s and B’s taxes will go up.

3. Another part of the complex mathematical formula for ag land values is determined by actual cropland landowner returns.

To keep this number from being volatile, and swinging wildly up during good years and wildly down during bad ones, it was decided that this number should be an average. So the formula takes the last ten years of cropland landowner returns, drops the highest year and the lowest year, and then averages them out.

Cropland returns have more than doubled since 2001, though, and they have increased nearly every year since then (except in 2004). So between 2011 and 2012′s formulas, a low year was dropped from the list of numbers to average and a high year was added. Even dropping the highest number and the lowest number meant there was an overall increase.

More math would be involved to show the precise effect of this, but essentially, that too affected the values of ag land relative to residential and commercial/business land, though not as much as factor 2 above.

This will have A and B putting proportionally more into the bucket compared with C and D than they did last year.

But it still doesn’t mean A and B’s taxes have gone up compared with last year, because the county still sets the size of its bucket, as does every other taxing entity.

4. Here’s one I haven’t written about. Stutsman County’s population decreased slightly between 2000 and 2010, but I’m not sure whether it changed during the past year.

If E and F bought and developed property in Stutsman County, they will have to help fill up the bucket. This means that A, B, C and D could pay proportionally less than they had the year before. However, they might not pay less taxes, because the county still sets the size of its bucket, as does every other taxing entity.

(Note: Just in case you’re wondering about the bucket picture above, it’s an internet meme. In other words, it became inexplicably popular for no discernible reason and a lot of people have seen it. If I’d wanted to mix the memes, I could have titled it something like “Yo dawg, I used to like buckets like you, but then I took an arrow in the knee.” But that might be silly.)

Exploding Manure, Insidious Weeds and a Geek in Power

Here are a few things you might find to be of general interest:

Farming with BOOM and Obvious Spies Spying Obviously

MOAR BOOM KTHX

MOAR BOOM KTHX

Do you think farming needs more BOOM in it? If so, this marvelous little DuPont booklet on farming with dynamite may be for you! I don’t think Farmville has a “dynamite” option yet, but I stopped playing it, so I really couldn’t say.

But really, isn’t everything more fun with explosives? July 4, birthday parties, baptisms?

Okay, maybe not baptisms, although I can honestly say I haven’t tried explosives at a baptism yet.

Here’s another oddball link about official recommendations for Stasi disguises, featuring the least-subtle garb spies can possibly wear, short of hanging an I AM A SPY, ASK ME HOW sign around the neck. Seriously, they caricature themselves here.

It’s a little odd, because the Stasi were extremely effective in one sense–some estimates say that one in every seven people in East Germany was a Stasi informer. Look around you; if you have six innocent coworkers, well, maybe it would have been you. At the same time, the Berlin Wall still fell, so maybe the TRANSPARENTLY OBVIOUS DISGUISES really did hurt them.

The Teat Tweet

Everyone who is anyone (and a lot of people really aren’t anyone) is now using social media, from your hometown to your church to your mom to your dog.

And now Twitter is going to the cows.

That’s right. Thanks to the Teat Tweet, you can now read the online 140-character-or-less musings of 12 different dairy cows, each of which posts unnecessarily detailed information about her milking sessions. Maybe you’ve always wanted to know more about dairy production, or maybe you’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that dairy cows were secretly trying to take over the planet, or maybe you just think cow tweets are funny. Whatever your reason, the Teat Tweet allows you to follow cows. And I don’t mean through a field.

It also allows the cows to deliver way too much information to you.

If you want to read about the humans behind the Teat Tweet and why on earth anyone would ever do something like this, let alone how they did it, click here.

If you want to pick a cow and read all about her rigorous schedule (what, you thought yours was tough?), here’s the Teat Tweet.

 

At the Farmers Market

In the space of one summer and the tiny bit of fall we’ve seen, the Tuesday afternoon Farmers Market has gone from a quiet affair known only to a few to a pretty big deal, with people waiting on the sidelines for the selling to begin and as far as I can tell, twice as many vendors as there were in the early days.

Part of that may have to do with the growing season, but I think part of it is also the market becoming more well-known as people catch on to the good deals and incredibly fresh produce and baked goods. It’s a sociable way to buy things, particularly if you work or live near the downtown area.

Today I took a few pictures at the market. Last time I focused on the brightly colored produce; this time I focused on the people, though of course I couldn’t help taking a picture or two of some bright red, orange and yellow peppers.

Here’s the gallery. Enjoy! I’m not sure how many of these will be left this year.

Covering the Plane Crash and the Nobles County Fair

I was at dinner with my dad and brother last night when a plane went down at the Nobles County Airport.

The newsroom called me on my cellphone and I went out to take a picture, ending up walking from the terminal to the end of the runway in my high-heeled sandals. It was a long walk, which took me through a field of eight-inch grass (I didn’t want to walk on the runway in case there were planes) and a construction area (mud, mud, mud) and by the time I got to the crash site, I was pretty winded.

The law enforcement folks were, as always, very helpful and kind, as were the airport folks. They explained to me what appeared to have happened to the plane and pointed out the pilot, who was busy talking on his cellphone. I waited a while to talk to the pilot, but eventually I just got his name from one of the flyers, who was kind enough to spell it for me and everything.

Then it was time to go back to the terminal. I looked back at the vast expanse of space between me and it, asked if anyone was heading back to the terminal who could give me a ride, and when no one said anything, started walking.

I didn’t get more than half a block when one of the airport guys (I forget his name, unfortunately, but if anyone happens to know, please email me!) drove up in an SUV and offered to drive me back to the terminal, so that I wouldn’t have to walk all the way back in my silly shoes.

People like that are so awesome, and they make my job so much easier.

Another person who made my job easier this week is Andy Hoffman, a 4-H’er who graduated from Worthington High School this year.

Saturday night at the Nobles County Fair, Julie Buntjer and I were taking photos of all the general exhibit winners for the Globe’s fair tab. Well, okay, Julie was taking all the pictures. I was just wandering around with a clipboard trying to figure out whose pictures we hadn’t got yet.

That’s where Andy came in. Julie would call out the names of kids so fast I couldn’t quite keep up with crossing them all off, so Andy would tell me their names and make sure I had everything correct on the list.

If it hadn’t been for him, in other words, you’d probably have 17 photos with the caption of "?" in there, or maybe apologetic notes stating "Due to circumstances beyond our control (an employee who can’t turn pages fast enough, can you believe that), we have no pictures of Susie-Lou Jorkins or Benny Lee Blimppett, who won grand champion in the Things You Do With Scissors project category this year."

So three cheers for the wonderful airport man, and the wonderful 4-H student, both of whom helped me immeasurably this weekend. You guys were awesome.

Borrow a Child for Fun at the Fair!

You need a child to properly enjoy the fair.

I learned this by going to the Jackson County Fair with a 4-year-old boy who was interested in, and wanted to touch, everything.

The first animals to catch his interest were white ducks clustered together in a nice, roomy cage. They were standing straight up, with necks outstretched, and a few of them were waggling their little feathery behinds.

This prompted the kid to waggle his little behind, too.

With a kid, everything at the fair takes on a whole new meaning.

A little feather left by a turkey or chicken suddenly became an object of great interest, as he picked it up from the ground. He speculated as to the feather’s origin, and when the breeze whipped it out of his hand, he gave chase.

He didn’t want to pet the llamas, although I did, whereupon he gravely informed me that the llama might spit on me. I explained that llamas usually only spit when they’re angry or upset, and noted that Dakota, the llama in question, liked people and was gener-ally pretty friendly.

The kid viewed this with some skepticism, and when Dakota tried to lick my face, he was absolutely certain the llama was about to spit in my eye.

The boy did want to pet the sheep, but the sheep weren’t sure they wanted to be petted. The kid moved a little fast for them, and as far as I’ve ever been able to tell, sheep are easily startled. Most of them backed away, although eventually he did find one that didn’t seem to mind tiny, fast-moving people with grabby, albeit very careful, hands.

He took me around to the rabbits, and examined each one carefully. I warned him that unlike the llama, which I’d met last year and knew to be friendly, the rabbits can and occasionally do bite. He and I both kept our fingers out of the cage, but admired the various types of bunnies, from the giant, menacing ones to the tiny fluffballs.

I asked him what kind of animals he’d take to the fair, and he said he wasn’t sure.

I’m guessing he won’t go with llamas.

Pineapples Don’t Just Grow on Trees You Know

I play Farmtown, as I have had occasion to mention before, and I had gotten through planting an entire field of virtual pineapples by the time my brain finally kicked in.

(It’s a slow starter, okay?)

Wait a second, I thought. Pineapples grow on trees. … don’t they?

As it turns out, no. They don’t. Just as they are pictured on Farmtown, pineapples grow on, more or less, bushes. These can get fairly large (up to five feet), but that doesn’t mean they’re trees.

Photo © 2002 Jacob Rus http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

On the top, you can see the Farmtown pineapples, and on the bottom, in a Creative Commons-licensed photo © 2002 Jacob Rus, you can see actual pineapples.

I was rather impressed at how close Farmtown pineapple plants came to actual pineapple plants, and I’m looking forward to when they get ripe and I can see if they managed to keep them accurate. But yes, I learned something yesterday.

Pineapples don’t grow on trees.

Visiting the Farmers Market!

These are just a few of the tasty and pretty morsels for sale at the Worthington Farmers Market Tuesday. There are freshly baked goods, freshly-picked vegetables and fruit, jam, flowers, eggs, frozen whole chickens and wild rice, as well as a vast variety of other stuff.

The market lasts from 4 p.m. until 7 p.m. each Tuesday theoretically, but you should be at the old Campbells Soup parking lot right at 4 if you want to get anything, because sometimes everything is gone by 5:30 p.m.

Farmtown Still the Devil, But a Smaller One

Facebook’s Farmtown application is like customizable crack.

We were comparing our little virtual farms today, and I think we can see the difference between Julie and me fairly easily.

Here’s Julie’s farm.

Note how the layout mimics that of a real-life farm, including trees around the homestead serving as windbreaks, a path that leads to the animal pens and fenced-in areas for all the creatures.

Now look at my farm.

Potatoes as far as the eye can see, except a thin strip of grapes around one edge and a strip of trees along the other edge. Animals wandering all over the place with no pens at all, even though in reality this would result in some very dead chickens and bunnies and some very well-fed cats and dogs.

It’s meant to be more of an industrial operation. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

But which of us knows what a real farm looks like?

Clearly it’s a good thing that Julie is writing the Farm Bleat instead of me.