Small Feeder notes

The sparrows did something this morning that I had never noticed before—they lit on the vertical wall of the back of the house, first one, then two, then three, then many, clinging to the vertical wall. It was raining lightly and windy and leaves were falling in yellow flurries from the elm. A sparrow lit on the slatted vent to the attic and another followed. One disappeared inside. I watched and watched and watched. A long time later, it reappeared. A male cardinal joined the sparrows at the feeder, and then a mourning dove.