Friday, August 28, 2015

It Is All In A Days Work.



Bloody hard tiring work to boot, where any slip or momentary lapse of attention, concentration or non-observance of real time serious prevention measures in the face of unforeseen danger that can threaten at any time, with potentially lethal outcome,   just waiting to pounce

Health and Safety for Farmers is so different to any other industry.
There are a plethora of hazards across a multitude of operations in all weathers over as variable a collection of terrain as can be imagined.
One person can be required to operate an ATV, a 4wd utility, a large wheel tractor with a potential life threatening device attached front and rear, a Digger, fire arms, explosives, hand tools both manual and powered, all while talking on a cellphone to a Crat wanting to ask stupid questions as to what that farmer is doing about H& S,  then after Breakfast he might face a real hazard in the form of a Bank manager/financial advisor.
After smoko there could be a Hi Viz clad clip board carrying Crat,  another one, wanting to ask dumb questions that she/he may have no comprehension of, as to any relevant application of a given answer.

The cook has gone to women's division, golf  or garden club so getting lunch will present all the dangers a chef  faces without anything approaching the training and skill said chef has.
After lunch, as if that was not hazardous enough, there are a mob of large Friesian bulls requiring attention as the meat schedule has just plunged so they will be given another treatment and turned out for another period of just getting bigger,  meaner and an even greater hazard.
Before afternoon smoko there are a bunch of stags with an attending veterinarian to administer the anaesthetic (to the stags) before removal of the antlers.
After smoko a bunch of gun toting itinerants complete with a pack of pig dogs wanting to access the back paddock for that old Captain Cooker that has been killing lambs for the last two years.
Then before the day ends that farmer may be cutting up dog tucker, wielding a knife and an axe both sharp enough to do serious damage but barely sharp enough to cut the bloody dog  meat.

Just as he /she is about to sink into the lazyboy to watch the infotainment hour before the weather forecast, the partner arrives home from garden club or the meeting of the collie club to announce that the heifers are on the road because the bloody pig hunters left a gate open.
At least that gets the farmer away from the shallow inane oh so annoying matters that the modern excuse for a journalist truly believes the watchers want their "opinion"  on,  that  in all probability wont even happen.
Now that is a constant threat to the H & S of the flat screen TV.

Finally the poor bugger will in all probability fall asleep with a cold dinner on knee only to be awoken by yet another moron wanting to meet at ten tomorrow to discuss another mindless matter requiring answers to fill in the morons day but will only give the farmer further grief.

1 comment:

Chris Bird said...

Very good post, Gravedodger. The fact is that the majority of farms here are a one or at the most two person workplace, and more often a husband and wife operation, so having to have someone on these farms as a designated Health and Safety rep is ludicrous. I farmed for nearly 40 years with my wife on steep hill country in Manawatu and never had an accident that would have been prevented with a H&S person in an appointed position. Nor did I ever in that time have an accident on a 4 wheeler. Most accidents happen because of a lack of concentration, or a lack of common sense.