Visitors to Israel are struck by the presence of the “street cats” who live comfortably among the urban population. But only Bnei Brak, Israel’s most densely populated city, has the zchut or privilege of being home to a herd of wild goats.
It started when my 12-year-old son told me that he sees sheep on his way to school. “You see WHAT?” I said. “I told you before,” he complained. “You never listen to me.” After some discussion we determined that they must be goats, and I reluctantly let him take my camera to collect the evidence. (Read here about the last time I let one of my kids touch my camera).
I wonder about what goats are doing in the predominantly charedi city of Bnei Brak. They might be useful for garbage disposal, the next time the municipality goes bankrupt and suspends sanitation service for a few weeks. Or residents could use them as an alternative source of kosher milk.
Perhaps they are meant to send us a spiritual message. Like the goats we have lost our way, forced to wander aimlessly without a true leader. Who will be the goatherd that we so desperately need? We clearly cannot rely on our politicians. Only the Holy One, Blessed Be He, can guide us through the challenges we face as a nation.
Related: Mrs. S. has a post by an Israeli goat owner.