Oh, yes, yes, I understand that one of me in your hand is worth two of me in the bush, but—besides that I would not fit in your hand—I am an ostrich bird, not an emu bird, and if you bring your fingered palm anywhere near my face, even if offered ex abundante cautela, I will serve unto you an experience worthy of a testimonial to the posting yonder, which suggests not feeding even requested scrippage from your scrip to the denizens of the currently-stood destination, especially those whose ikigai tends focus toward providing nutrients to their largest oviform offspring. ; )