Bloody chickens!

I have to write an IACUC (Institutional Animal Care and Use) protocol for our future animal studies. The mouse part is okay, me having had extensive experience

me: Hey, Angela, have you ever worked with chickens?
Angela: What?
me: Chickens?
Angela: No, I just eat chickens.
[Angela goes back to lab and I can hear her asking Keith about it. I asked him yesterday and he said he wasn't an animal guy. ]
[I saunter into lab]
Keith: Nope, I don't know anything about chickens.
me: I think I'm just going to email the bird flu guy at the vet school.
Keith: You could just Google "bleed chickens".
me: I couldn't find anything on the Internet about it.
[Keith sits down at one of the computers and types "bleed chickens". At first glance at least a few of the top hits are relevant.]
me [paiseh]: I think I was trying to be too fancy. I was searching "phlebotomy".
Keith (who has spent about twenty years in Africa): You have to understand, these are Americans. They don't know big words.

I love white mice. Really. When you look into a cageful of young, healthy, perky mice, their sweet faces are like a bouquet of little flowers.