November 1 -3 - Doo Dah, Hearty Wyfore, and Auraknot.
Tangle Patterns: Doo Dah, Hearty Wyfore, Auraknot
November 4 and 5 - Bronx Cheer and B.B.
Tangle Patterns: Bronx Cheer, B.B.
November 6 - Well Well Who with Bronx Cheer, Flux and Fescu to fill the empty space around the feature tangle.
Tangle Patterns: Well Well Who, Flux, Bronx Cheer, Fescu
November 7 and 8 - Patena and Onamato
November 4 and 5 - Bronx Cheer and B.B.
November 6 - Well Well Who with Bronx Cheer, Flux and Fescu to fill the empty space around the feature tangle.
November 7 and 8 - Patena and Onamato
Oops, I lost one Onamato pearl.
Tangle Patterns: Paatena, Onamato
November 9 - 11 - Knightsbridge, Hurry and Schway
Tangle Patterns: Knightsbridge, Hurry, Schway
November 12 and 13 - Quandary and Foundabout
Tangle Patterns: Quandary, Foundabout
November 14 and 15 - XYP (rounded) and Meer
Tangle Patterns: XYP, Meer
November 16 and 17 - (Quibbly) Rixty and Cadent
November 9 - 11 - Knightsbridge, Hurry and Schway
November 12 and 13 - Quandary and Foundabout
November 14 and 15 - XYP (rounded) and Meer
November 16 and 17 - (Quibbly) Rixty and Cadent
Quibbly Rixty is my new tangle published in a
previous post.
-rixty,-cadent.jpg "GratiTangleZ 2025 Nov 16 and 17 - (Quibbly) Rixty and Cadent")
November 18 and 19 - Rambles and Cubine
November 20 and 21 - Zenith and Dex.
Zenith is a very flexible tangle indeed. It made me draw Ladybirds. Below, Zenith and Dex tile among my cactus flowers.
♻️ November 22 - Quipple cornered....or unrounded on packaging material.
November 23 and 24 - Rain and Molygon
November 25 and 26 - Bales and Flux
November 27 - Mysealiam
November 28 and 29 - IX and Idoz
November 30 - Pendrils with Mooka, Flux, Pokeroot, Fescu, and Ripped Screen
Finally!!!! A November last year challenge published in February the following year. A case of 'Time Flies'.
Animal Happy Day
Wow. This time *I* am the lucky rescuer of a surprise delivery. The February Bird Chronicles: Four Parts, Two Weeks, One Very Determined Cat.
Part 1: The Delivery
Special Delivery. No Return Address.
Feb 1.
This morning, my cat Coal proudly delivered a package. No ribbon, no note—just a tiny, wide-eyed baby bird sitting in his mouth like he’d ordered it from Amazon.
Coal looked very pleased with himself. I was less impressed.
As per my emergency wildlife protocol (cardboard box & soft cloth & mild panic), I placed the little creature safely inside and hung the box on my gate, waiting for the parents to reclaim their child.
We waited.
And waited.
No parents. No chirping outrage. No dramatic reunion.
It appears Coal had delivered… an orphan.
Promotion granted: I am now Bird Mother.
Part 2: The Promotion
How YouTube and a Plastic Bag Made Me a Bird Parent
Feb 2-3.
Feeding attempt number one: complete failure.
Baby bird: beak firmly closed.
Me: Googling like a desperate emergency room intern.
Internet advice: ***Do not force feed!!!***
Excellent. Wonderful. Very helpful. But… then what?
Off to the vet we went. Diagnosis: “Nok Gao.” Translation: “We think.” Confidence level: medium. Solution: Thai YouTube videos.
And there it was. The feeding method: use a small plastic bag as a feeding tool.
Suddenly, I was preparing gourmet meals consisting of boiled egg, soaked kibble, oatmeal, and water - all mashed into something that would never earn a Michelin star but apparently delighted one tiny customer.
Somewhere along the way, panic turned into routine.
Routine turned into attachment.
My desk had a new supervisor.
Click here to see my little charge happily feeding - finally.
11 Feb: Upgraded to Room Service
My little resident has officially upgraded from box dining to spoon service. Progress is visible everywhere - more wing practice, more curiosity, more attitude - but takeoff clearance has not yet been granted. We are still in pre-flight testing. Click here.
The Hoodie Penthouse
No siblings. No nest mates. No built-in feathered support system.
This simply would not do. So I engineered a luxury hanging hoodie nest on my desk lamp. Location: warm. View: excellent. Safety rating: five stars. Verdict from the tenant: immediate acceptance. Extended occupancy. Zero complaints.
The Suspect Returns to the Scene - And yes… that large black shape on the left is Coal. The original “delivery specialist.” He now pretends complete indifference. Casual. Uninvolved. Innocent.
Nice try, Coal.
I know a suspect revisiting the crime scene when I see one.
Here transfer to the hoodie.
Psssst! He is finally sleeping.
The Hardest Job: Letting Go
Feb 15.
Today, my little orphan flew. Not far. Not gracefully. But far enough to reach a high window ledge and look down at me as if to say:
“I think I remember how to be a bird.”
So I took him to a quiet, lightly forested area nearby. Safe. Peaceful. Full of possibility.
He sat on my arm. I fed him one last time. He listened to the sounds of the world he would soon belong to.
He did not fly away immediately.
But that is the thing about wings.
They do not ask permission. They simply wait until courage catches up.
For now, he still returns to his box. Still accepts food. Still allows me to pretend he needs me. But we both know.
One day soon, he won’t.
And that will mean I did my job well.
Part 4: Coal’s Official Statement
I Regret Nothing.
By Coal (Cat, Hunter, Displaced Desk Owner, Philanthropist)
I would like to address the recent allegations regarding “the bird.”
First of all, let it be known that I did not “attack,” “kidnap,” or “traumatize” anyone.
I delivered.
Alive.
Carefully.
Professionally.
You’re welcome.
For years, I maintained a very important position on the desk. It was my spot. Strategically located. Warm. Elevated. Excellent for supervision and sleeping.
Then one day, my human replaced me with… the bird.
The bird got the desk.
The bird got the lamp.
The bird got the attention.
And I got chased away.
Every time I attempted to reclaim my rightful position, I was removed. Repeatedly. Without negotiation.
This bird was promoted from “found object” to “beloved child” in less than 48 hours.
Meanwhile, I - original desk owner, senior resident, and loyal guardian - was demoted to floor level.
Floor level.
Let that sink in.
And yet, I remained patient.
I observed as she prepared special meals. Boiled egg. Soft mash. Private accommodations.
Have I ever received boiled egg mash?
No.
But now, the bird is leaving. It has discovered flight. Independence. Ambition.
And finally…
My desk is mine again.
I have resumed my duties. I sleep beside the lamp. I supervise. I restore order - the bird is back in the box.
This is how things were always meant to be.
I regret nothing.
I would do it again.
I am baaa-ack!
— Coal
Desk Owner. Hunter. Provider.
Hope you enjoyed reading about the somewhat lengthy Coal/birdy chronicles.
Thanks for visiting my post and
have a splendid week.
Thanks for visiting my post and
have a splendid week.
