Camel nutrition

I have discovered the best way to pass time at the NRCC when I'm not helping in the lab, working on some stats, studying in the library, or searching Google for naked pictures of Sarah Palin. I stick my head out the door, listen for a moment, and then try to find the camel making the most absurd noises.

Yesterday the nastiest grunting I'd ever heard came wafting over from the Nutrition experiment corral and I enthusiastically made my way over to see just what tricks the Grand Inquisitor had devised for this poor camel. My stomach turned (in sympathy, too) when I realized that the technical team was in the process of collecting ruminal fluid.

In order to extract the stinky yellow juice from an organ located at the bottom of a 80 centimeter esophagus, a garden hose was connected to an imposing air pump coughing out plumes of black smoke. The camel was so doped up on xylazine it couldn't hold its neck up, but it still had the sense to try to bite the hand that choked it. Finally, a few centiliters of fluid were extracted and the camel left to enjoy the rest of its trip.

I wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh at the pitiful position the animal adopted at the end of the procedure.