A broody hen - again.

I came home from a long old day at work to let Jack's cat out (who came straight from Jack's empty house into ours and is now on my lap, twitching her tail and purring furiously) and thought I'd check the girls were asleep before locking them up for the night when I noticed that only one was about. On seeing the extra large droppings in their run and knowing Shakira, our gold laced Wyandotte bantam, as I do I guessed that she was hunkered down in the nesting box even though it was say past her bedtime. Five weeks after going broody she is back that way again. As Darth Vader said in Star Wars, "The force is strong in this one". All we need is a muggy day and she is in that nesting box, no eggs in sight, ready to sit it out for the twenty one days it would take an egg to hatch. Bless her, she is such an old Mother Hen. So, tomorrow it'll be with sadness that we put her in the broody box again to cool her down and snap her out of it. It's always an arduous task just watching her stuck in basically a wire cage. To quote another film (Dad's Army), "They don't like it up 'em" and she certainly won't be happy about the breeze blowing her way as she tries to snuggle down and nest. She is such a good broody that if we were hatching eggs she'd be ideal but as we only have our two old girls left and no cockerel to fertilise the eggs it's all rather unnecessary! Sorry, Shakira!