Ocupation: Author
Life: b. 1937
Perhaps it was Maggie, perhaps not. In solitary moments magpies will perch on a branch and mutter soft soliloquies of whines and squeals and chatterings, oblivious to what goes on around them. It is one of those things, I suppose, intelligence now and then does, must in fact now and then do, must think, must play, must imagine, must talk to itself. ... What, finally, intelligence could be for: finding your way back.
source: Stanley Crawford (1992). “A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm”, p.86, UNM Press
topic: Thinking, Play, Bird, Magpies, Oblivious, Finding Your Way