Chickadees are rascals.
That's what Krista Meyer tells me as we walk down a trail at Fridley's Springbrook Nature Center. They're fast, they're hyperactive and they're escape artists.
We're checking a trap route as a part of the center's monthly bird banding event, a tradition at the park since 1988.
As we approach a shoebox-size live trap at a designated spot in the park, we see a little black-capped chickadee bouncing around inside. Meyer gives me a sly look. "Do you want to get it out?"
Should an adult human be afraid of something that weighs a half-ounce? I'm about to find out.
Meyer removes the trap from its stand and sets it on the ground. I take the pint-size pillowcase she offers me and drape it over the trapdoor, just as I watched her do with other chickadees, nuthatches and woodpeckers. "They won't realize the door is open if you do that," she says.
I stick in my hand. Even though the bird is confined to an area not much larger than my hand, it manages to escape every grasp. Then I catch it. And then it bites me. And then it bites again but not enough to break skin and not enough to lose my grip.
I put my hand inside the pillowcase and hold the chickadee against my body, just like Meyer did. As I remove my hand, the chickadee gives one more chomp. Rascal. Good thing it's cute.