Oops! They're here!

Perhaps I wasn't listening carefully or early enough, but the White-Throated Sparrows are indeed here. It's 8:46 and I have opened the kitchen window and hear what sounds like several of the little guys singing at the edge of the woods. I was hoping to seduce them into coming closer by sprinkling seeds, crumbs and other goodies below the deck, but I think they are still a little tentative. I can imagine they are enjoying the mess of my decrepit garden and all of the dying wildflowers out there. Still no Juncos on the feeders, but that just may be a lack of observation on my part! Now it feels officially like fall. I just wonder what they think of these warm temperatures?