A bird in the hand is certainly worthy, but who is to say it is equivalent to only a pair elsewhere? The value of presence is not measured in cubature; it is defined by the amount of joy felt inside he or her. And, that which benefits us by way of alighting on welcome palms will always be treasured over that which repudiates us for company with coxcombery. Open wings fly freely to those places desired, but tuckered feathers will ever cherish the reception of refuge when flapping turns to tired. : )