When the blackbirds returned, thinking they'd get a good fill of strawberries, there was some of them sitting way up in a tree, just chirping and going on; here set some down on the telegraph wires; they were chirping, some sitting on the fence post, chirping. What was the mutter? All that commotion, and what they was chirping about... There was plenty of strawberries. It wasn't because there was no strawberries, there was a big crop. But they was afraid of the scarecrow; that's all.