Shortly after I took that photo I went back out and there were two eggs in the nest. They do EVERYTHING together. Poor Stu, (I thought she was a rooster when I named her), is going to be the loner at least until spring. I don't think I want to introduce a new one just now.
These two are always together. They almost panic if they can't see each other. Now they're in the nest together. My poor little White Rock doesn't have anyone to pal with. She's always off by herself.