Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.
I think that this cliche is a little silly. I don't know the last time that any of you actually had a bird in the hand because I surely never had one. Now two birds in the bush, that happens on a daily basis at my house in Blandford. I know that I am being silly and the point of the cliche is not to be greedy.
I am guilty of not being happy with the bird in the hand and wanting the two in the bush when it comes to scratch tickets. Almost every time, when I have a 10 dollar scratch ticket, instead of being happy with the ten dollars, no, I redeem it for an additional ten dollars worth of scratch tickets thinking that with these new scratch tickets, I will win that big jackpot. Since I am still living in Blandford, it is obvious that my vying for the two birds in the bush has failed me to this very day. There is always that deluded hope "it could be different this time, I could have the one scratch ticket that will get me my dream house in France" and then nothing, just worthless bits of paper.