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WETLANDS
Where's he got to?
I dunno, the house maybe.
I'll get him after this row. He can help unload.
Thank you, sir.
My pleasure, ma'am.
The well will run dry before the end of summer.
Yeah.
Come give us a hand.
Take the cows out after you've fed the calves.
Come on!
Come on, out you go!
Get going!
Take your bath while the water's Still warm.
It's gross, using your bathwater!
Where's he gone?
Guess.
You smell of barn.
That's ok.
I'll play in the outfield.
Simon! Come give us a hand!
Come on, hustle!
You'll dowse later.
And?
We'll lose it if we don't hurry.
Will she calve standing up?
It looks like she will.
- Where's he? - I dunno. He'll come.
Simon!
Move it, Shit!
Jean, not now.
Here.
Hold this.
I have the hoof.
Simon, help her open.
It's too big to pass.
We'll have to use the calf puller.
Just a sec.
Open her up!
Let her do ii.
The calf's going to die. And then where'll we be?
Go easy! Let her dilate.
Slow down, Jean! She'll tear.
Wait, give her time.
The calf's going to die!
Take it slow.
That's ii, girl.
It's coming!
Go for ii!
I'll get you out, dammit!
Help me! Pull ii. Pull!
Pull!
Pull!
Quick, get the alcohol!
We'll revive ii. Go on.
Careful now.
- Is it breathing? - Untie ii.
Come on, baby! Come on!
Keep going.
Come on!
It was a heifer, too.
Simon, get water for the cow.
Warm water.
For rent
I know.
It'll be like this all summer.
Hot and dry.
Years since it's been this bad.
It's awful, I heard it on the news.
I saw her at the doctor's last week. I hear she's in bad shape.
Gotta go, Simon just came in.
Right, bye.
Gran, got any band-aids?
What have you done now?
I fell.
Sit down.
Give me your leg.
We'll start by disinfecting ii.
- No, you don't have to. - Yes,we have to.
I don't think you're going to die.
And a big piece of cake will make it heal faster.
Thanks.
If he'd come quicker, the Calf might be alive.
That's $400!
Would've happened anyway.
Two years the well's been low.
They're coming to dig a new one and I've no money to pay them.
We needed that money, Marie.
I went to the doctor.
I'm pregnant.
At your age?
You're no youngster either.
That's not what I meant.
It's just... I thought we were too old.
Well...
What's with your knee?
A racoon attacked me.
Are you ok?
Yeah, I'm ok.
I could have rabies.
That'd explain your temper.
Careful, you'll wind up in hospital.
No way.
Simon?
Wake up.
I have to tell you.
I already know.
You're too old for mat.
We're fine this way.
What's with you guys?
Gimme a break!
Is breakfast ready?
Get up. Come eat.
Hello?
When?
Where?
Yesterday?
Yeah, sure, I'll tell him.
Thanks.
Bye.
That was your mom.
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