We are told that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, but that old saying presumes that the bird in hand is captive or dead. What is a bird worth that flies freely to your hand and rests there, choosing you, if only for a moment?
What has come to you out of the blue, an unexpected gift?
When I retired, at the wintry snowy evening party, there were surprises in the friends who came and other surprises in packages but the most surprise of all was a “rap song” that Ozzie wrote just for ME! I still love it!