Broody

a broody hen

“Clayton's getting so broody. This might help put things into perspective for him. I want a family, but I need to establish my career first." "I'm not in a rush," Clayton countered. "You practically teared up at the sight of Serena's tiny socks the other day. You've got baby fever bad."

Then, with unshorn beard and matted hair tangled with straw, his clothes smeared with slime of obscene things which are begotten of damp and darkness, his thoughts broody with wrath and revenge, Kynon was marched through the streets[…]

He didn't even give me one of his broody looks that gave nothing away about his thoughts at all (except the fact he was broody). He gave me a look I'd never seen on him before. A remorseful one.

Peter's doubt in his own leadership grew like fungus on his thoughts. He became broody and snapped at people. He was finding himself more and more behind a closed door. He just needed a break.

He could be a little broody at times, especially when his thoughts were focused on school, class, a project, or hunting. That's just the way he was.

Broody clouds hung low against the water. None of this bothered the jBoat sailors, whose nimble craft challenged devilish winds and currents. A pod of twenty-two footers raced and frolicked like ten-year-olds on skateboards.

The contrast between broody clouds and condensed sky was startling. Fenn stepped off the path into rough grass to get near one of the church windows and, cupping a hand between brow and glass, peered in. There was an unappealing gloom[…]

Nature's suffering under human translation wilful damage ferments the ponds that emerge as broody clouds desperate to sprinkle liquid stardust but their warmth now annexed from holy light on a life form so disassociated from its heaven[…]

As the sky darkened more, the wind was rising and there were shafts of sunlight stabbing down from the broody clouds, painting silver swords on patches of the sea. Joe cut his engine and turned his boat sideways, till he smacked up[…]