The Coventry Telegraph, which broke the story, now finds itself at the centre of a global animal-lovers storm after the nationals took up the tale. Before long, the woman will be identified and pictures of her neat bungalow with nylon netties at the windows, scarlet pelargoniums at the door and a Vauxhal Astra in the drive will decorate the front pages. She'll probably turn out to be the local RSPB secretary. This is still August, after all.
I'd be furious if anyone put either of my two in a bin, but knowing the self-satisfied smirk they wear when they've just crapped in a neighbour's newly-hoed veg bed I can understand the temptation.