Uh-uh, but this one's special. Her species is extinct so it's a pretty big deal when one hatches at all.

[With Toucan Sam stuffed under one arm, she one-handed swings herself down from the awning, landing reasonably nimbly on her feet — and grinning despite the fading bruise on her face and the scabbed-over cut on her chin.]

You want to hold her?