Last night I was working in an isolated corner surrounded by large racks that were caged in by chickenwire for safety.
I overheard a whistling and turned to find a co-worker smiling at me from the other side of the wire.
He commented, "You're like a pretty bird that flew in here by mistake, and  now here they've got you in a cage."
It's surprizing sometimes how grizzled old factory workers can sometimes turn a phrase.