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    IN THE FIELD—2004 Morenci graduate Kayse Onweller works in a test plot of wheat in Texas. She’s part of Bayer CropScience’s North American wheat breeding program based in Nebraska, where she completed post-graduate work in plant breeding and genetics.
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    REFEREE Camden Miller raises the hand of Morenci Jr. Dawgs wrestler Ryder Ryan as his opponent leaves the mat in disappointment. Morenci’s youth wrestling program served as host for a tournament Saturday morning to raise money for the club. Additional photos are on the back page.
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    SHERWOOD STATE Bank opened its Fayette office at a grand opening Friday morning, drawing a large crowd to view the renovated building. Above, Burt Blue talks to teller Cindy Funk, while his wife, Jackie, looks around the new office. The Blues missed the opening and took a quick tour on Tuesday. Few traces remain of the former grocery store and theater, however, part of the original brick wall still shows in the hallway leading to the back of the building. The drive-through window should be ready for customers later in the month.
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    CARRYING—Riley Terry (blue jacket) and Mason Vaughn lead the way, carrying an empty casket outside to the hearse waiting at the curb. Morenci juniors and seniors visited Eagle Funeral Home last week to learn about the role of a funeral director and to understand the process of arranging for a funeral.
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    MORENCI student Dalton McCowan puts everything into a dead lift attempt Saturday morning during the Wyseguy Push/Pull event. Lifters helped raise more than $1,600 for the family of the late Devin Wyse, a former Morenci power-lifter who graduated last year. Commemorative T-shirts are still available by contacting teacher Dan Hoffman.
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    FROM THE LEFT, Landon Wilkins, Ryan White and Logan Blaker try out their artistic skills Saturday afternoon at the Morenci PTO’s first Date to Create event. More than 50 people showed up to create decorated planks of wood to hang from rope. The event served as a fund-raiser for miscellaneous PTO projects. Additional photos are on the back of this week’s Observer.
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    NEW OFFICES—Fayette village administrator Steve Blue speaks with tax administrator Genna Biddix at the new front desk of the village office. Village council members voted to use budgeted renovation funds targeted for the old office and instead buy the vacant bank building on the corner of Main and Fayette streets. The old office was sold to Sherwood State Bank. When everything is put into place in the spacious new village office, an open house will be scheduled. Council member David Wheeler donated all of his time needed to make changes in the bank interior to fit the Village’s needs.

2010.06.09 She's just a birdbrain

Written by David Green.

By COLLEEN LEDDY

Birds chirping in the morning: that has to be one of the worst sounds in the world. What are they saying that they can’t just say it once and be done with it?

Some of you might counter that the birds are actually singing, and that it’s a beautiful sound. But, I know singing. Even though I can’t carry a tune worth a darn, I know singing when I see it. My mother, for example. Now, that lady could sing.

I was reminded of her voice when listening to a replay of a 1985 radio interview with clarinetist and big band leader Artie Shaw. Terry Gross of Fresh Air was asking him questions about old time songs from the 30s and 40s.

My mother, totally unlike me, had a beautiful voice. Unfortunately, she used it on those old-fashioned Artie Shaw kind of songs. She would tease me by singing, serenading almost, until I could take it no more and left the room. She would dance too, when she was in a really good mood. She would laugh when I expressed impatience and disgust with her antics, like she knew I was just too young to appreciate her performance.

Maybe it’s the same with the birds...I just can’t appreciate their performance. From afar, the birds chirping as the dawn breaks might seem like an idyllic small town scene.

Close up, it’s pure agony.

Over and over it’s the same incessant chirping and banter back and forth, a whole flock of them nitpicking on the same issue, on and on, right outside my bedroom window. It goes like this:

Bird 1: Colleen’s just going to bed!

Bird 2: Ha! Can you believe it?

Bird 3: I know! It’s like 5 a.m.! What’s wrong with that woman?

Bird 4: I know! She must be nuts!

Bird 5: Doesn’t she realize she has to get up in like 3 1/2 hours?

Bird 6: Not even Martha gets by on that little amount of sleep!

Birds 1, 2, 3, 4, 5: I know! I know! I know!

Bird 7: I heard her husband tell her at 9 p.m. not to be stupid and stay up all night.

Bird 8: She never listens to him, does she?

Bird 9: She just plain needs her head examined.

Birds 6, 7, 8: Ain’t that right!

Bird 10: She just needs to listen to her husband.

Bird 11: Yeah, that guy is wise...he’s an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of guy.

Bird 12: I heard her husband call her a fooley fool! What kind of fool is that?

Bird 13: That’s the worst kind of fool possible...no hope of getting smarter.

The birds carry on like this, the same line of talk over and over: I’m stupid, I’m wrong; my husband’s smart, my husband’s right. It’s too cool outside to turn on the big loud fan in the window at the front of the house, the fan that drowns out most noises and lulls me to sleep.

I feel around for earplugs in my nightstand drawer, but come up empty handed. I press my fingers to my ears, but it’s too much work to maintain that position. Finally, I resort to plugging my left ear with my finger while I lie on my right side. Instantly, the birds are gone and I am lulled to sleep by the sound of blood slowly coursing through my veins.

“How do you spell ‘idiot’?” David asks a few hours later as he’s leaving for work and I’m stumbling out of bed.

“With a capitol ‘I’,” I say.

“With a capitol ‘C’” he says and we laugh, because it’s obvious he and the birds are right...I’m hopeless.

A friend of mine accused me of being a workaholic; she says I’m always working. I laughed because workaholism is something I don’t associate with myself at all. I just keep on working until the work is done...the problem is there’s always more work to do.

I can loll around all day with the best of them, as I did all day Sunday with Maddie. It’s so pleasant to have her home; I don’t want to spend the day working at the library when she’s here. I’d much rather make her strawberry shortcake and help her figure out where she went wrong when she filed her Michigan tax return.

No, I’m no workaholic; I’m just a birdbrain.

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