two in a bush…” unless you are taking pictures.
One in hand would then be a nuisance, and prob’ly messy, to boot.
One of my older sisters had a pet cockatiel - soft yellow with the orange cheek spots - until it decided to fly and be free, or so we fervently hope was the outcome. He’d tamely sit on her shoulder, observing the world and occasionally accessorizing her wardrobe with a bird-sized dose of effluent. Ick, said I. To which she replied, Oh, you just brush it off, like this. Oh, said I with much wryness of tone, that makes it better.
I guess you either feel the bird love, or not.