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I had noticed that Jeannie had been spending a lot of time lying near to Emerald for the past two days and, when we got outside, we saw that Emerald had begun to calve and the beginnings of the calf’s protective membranes were dangling from her rear end, but, being in her dotage, she thought that Jeannie was her calf and she was refusing to let Jill anywhere near her. The two cows were rushing round crashing into the gates and barging each other about, with little Jeannie between them. Jill was now bellowing her fury as Emerald trapped Jeannie in the corner by the gate and was fending off all Jill’s attempts to get at her calf. We stood and watched the pantomime in amazement and Richard crutched his way into the enclosure and stood leaning on the gate wondering what to do. The only thing I could think of was to find help to sort out the problem, as it was plain that Richard could do little and there was no way I was going anywhere near the two angry animals.