The vet, her helper, my wife and I were working the momma cows and taking care of the babies. We had separated the Mommas from the calves and my little wife(5'0") had tagged this calf. I had banded him, the vet had shot him and everything was going smooth. We were about to let him go to his momma, opened the chute, opened the coral gate, and momma came rushing in. We all begin trying to climb out of the coral, like bull riders in a rodeo. I didn't make it. The old girl charged me, backed me against the coral, and played the drums on my chest with her head. I got her off by kicking her in the nose but that just backed her up enough to give her more running room. She charged again, this time knocking me down and began tap dancing on my chest and wrist. I wound up with 3 broken ribs, my left wrist broken in 3 places, and finally had to have surgery to repair the wrist. Now the hero of the story is my wife. I was lying on the ground, My tiny little wife ran in and literally ran between me and the cow. The cow saw a determined little lady who wasn't going to let a 1000lb cow hurt her husband any more and the cow took her baby and went out to pasture. Now the cow thought she was protecting her baby. I guess if someone was trying to ear tag one of my boys and trying to castrate him, I would have been angry too.