Brutus that is a rude way to treat your mother.

anyway you can find Brutus' backstory somewhere in my submissions, but I really just wanted to post this so I could tell a story about his derpy kids.

Two days ago I was standing outside and there was a mess of noise coming from the fig tree in the yard. I looked over to see who all was making such a commotion, but before I could really focus, this little doodoo baby flies right up to me, one of Brutus' kids from this year's clutch. They don't know who I am. They obviously didn't know WHAT I am either, because we just stood there looking at each other for about four minutes before he was called back down to the fig tree.

All of the babies that hatched this year are looking great and were using the branches as freaking trampolines, but damn Brutus you need to teach your kids not to talk to strangers, I thought I raised you better (lol no I didn't).