A chap near to me here in West Berkshire rents pockets of ground around the locale on which he keeps sheep, pigs and Devon Ruby cattle. Visiting his flock early one morning last year he found a yew had died in the night, so put the body in the back of his Toyota pick up. He admits he was stressed that morning, with rather a lot to do before starting the day job at 8.30.
At lunch break, he drove to Hungerford for provisions. Upon leaving Tesco with his milk and potatoes, he saw a crowd of people around the Toyota - all agog at the now barrel-like dead sheep, on its back, with the four legs pointing skywards.
I tell you all, it's the wild West out here...