Well it’s not really gilded in any sense of the word, but it is a cage, sort of, and there is a bird in it.
And although you can’t tell by his expression right now, this is one happy Chickadee. He sings constantly. He sings to announce his arrival. He sings when he finds that his feeder is full of his favorite seeds and peanuts. He also sings when he takes those favorites and stuffs them into all the cracks and crevices on the house. (Song or no song, I wish he wouldn’t do that)
But all that singing comes to a screeching halt when big blue notices all the commotion and decides to check it out. And although there is a large feeder with peanuts not more than 4 feet away for the blues,
there is always one in the bunch that has to stick his neck through the bars to steal all the peanuts out of this one.
Poor little chickadee’s not singing now.