In the world of the snowflakes

Steve Kendall | Bendigo Weekly | 17-Nov-2017

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The Kendalls encountered the "snowflake generation".
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THE heat was on at the weekend, and I finally discovered the true meaning of the snowflake generation.

Of course I have heard the term often enough, but now I have seen it.

It’s something about them melting when the going gets tough or too hot.

My biggest farming days of the year happened last weekend, four days of shearing and shuffling and drenching and moving 130 sheep and 95 lambs.

Now this is just at the boundary of hobby farming, but it’s still a lot to do with a few people.

I had organised for a 20-something vet nurse to assist, something she eagerly did at the time. 

I had her lined up to tread down the wool into the baler.

All you farmers out there will say I should be using a hydraulic press, but needs must, and I was only borrowing the shed and plant.

The long-suffering Mrs Kendall had produced enough food for an army, high quality stuff it was too, and the team was set for the day.

The shearer said 7am for a 7.30am start, so I was a bit put out to have a text just before seven from Snowflake one.

“Sorry, can’t come today, have a hangover.”

I can honestly say in my 50 plus years I have never given such a lame excuse for letting someone down.

Can’t ever remember not turning up to anything I had agreed to.

To be honest I would perhaps have not drunk so much the night before because I had agreed to help someone.

This gentle disregard for responsibility shocked me, but perhaps it’s just a touch of naivety.

The “yoof” of today have a whole new approach to things, I suppose I have learned.

My shearer is a young bloke too, but he showed no sign of snowflaking – look, I have invented a new verb – and soldiered on throughout the two days of shearing.

Now let’s move on to Snowflake two.

The shearer’s partner was coming on the Sunday, but failed to arrive at 7am.

“She’s coming later,” the shearer said.

It was an easier day and it was just Mrs K, me and the shearer, so the extra hand would have been useful, but you can’t make people turn up to help.

Finally at 1pm she breezed in and I saw the hint of a break.

Nope, Ms Snowflake two sat on a chair and looked at her phone for two hours.

Not a sweep, a step or any help whatsoever.

I truly do not know how she could watch the ancients do all of the work and just sit there. No way.

I wondered why she bothered turning up.

Soon found out. “ My dog has a sore leg,” she said, as shearing finished.

Mrs K the vet did the free consult and issued some drugs, and Snowflake two had gone, without even saying goodbye.  

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