Goat’s Blood

I’m sure there’s something in Leviticus about spilling goat’s blood. Or maybe in Numbers? If I were A. J. Jacobs (The Year of Living Biblically: One Man’s Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible), I’d be able to cross another commandment off my list. Perhaps. I don’t think it’s supposed to be accidental spillage.

I was trimming hooves after milking and cut too deeply into one of Sandy’s. Not just a little welling up, which I’ve had before, but a veritable river of bright red blood dripping onto the white-painted milking stand. Oops, in a big way.

Not having styptic powder on hand (or if we did, it was in quantities sufficient only for parrot toenails), I ran to the kitchen — ok, took great strides carefully over the still-icy-from-yesterday-ground — found the corn starch, made my way back to the barn and globbed handfuls of it on her toe. For about 10 minutes. Though it felt like half an hour. Finally I could see that the flow of blood was slowing down, though it never did stop. Bright green vet wrap held some of the globby stuff against the cut, and last I saw she was up and eating hay, after wrinkling her nose at molasses water (but taking three drinks of it. I have a lot of confidence in her choosing what she needs, if it’s offered).

I’ve been reading Jacobs’s book and it reminded me that our Jewish ancestors were probably quite familiar with goat’s blood. If he writes about it, though, I haven’t gotten there yet. More about the book on my new page, “What the Rabbi is Reading.”