Nereida, barely seven weeks. Born in the last days of February, she was one of the earliest goatlings on the island, and during the first weeks cow milk only was available; in the middle of April, I finally could get goat milk from the sheep- and goatherds, and Nereida coped very well with the change; at that age, she still drank three to five bottles (2.5 dl) per day.
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~