"People with good sense don't act like that.

She was doing an Isadora Duncan when I saw her.

Dancing--if you care to call it that! Anyhow, her hair was hanging, she was flapping her arms and jiggling up and down." Delamater laughed at the memory.

"There's a big, awkward bird--sort of a crane or buzzard of some kind--that dances.

I never saw one, but she reminded me of it.