“ To hear nature in a sawmill instead of machines… for any lumberman, that’s unnatural. I don’t want to sound overly dramatic, but it’s as unsettling as watching a loved one take their final breath.”

This guy is blubbering over the fact that he can hear the birds in his shop. He thinks that’s akin to someone in his family dying. Were it coming from any other person it would be “snowflake soy boy” behavior.

Though since his family is just as important as his shop, if he brings one of the younger girls to trump, he might be able to do a little tradie-poo with him.

It’s all enormously pathetic.