I believe Dominic was given the info about exactly where to look on Suburban Drive, and either he was off on his measurements by some feet, or the flood waters floated Caylee's remains further away from their original dumping grounds.
Snipped and bolded by me, respectfully, I just wanted to comment on this one thing. I'm sure it's been discussed ad nauseum, but I had a personal experience I wanted to share.
I live in the woods, there are coyotes, foxes, deer, bears, everything, within a stone's throw of my house. At the edge of my yard there is a slight incline of a hill that goes up about 10 feet, where the forest actually begins. At that point, it's a gradual incline up to the top of the mountain. Though it looks flat right in front of you, it's so gradual that it's deceptive, but actually climbs 700 feet. ANYWAY (useless information...). .. Anyway. In April of this year, I came home from work and walked out to the garden. I was taken aback by a flutter of heavy wings, it was three turkey vultures flying up from the ground about a foot from where I was standing, it was on the incline behind a tree so I hadn't seen them. Scared me. I know what it means when turkey vultures are on the ground, so I dared not walk up there, waited for my boyfriend to come home and sent him back there. He said 'oh, gag, there's a deer". A deer had somehow died up there, not a foot from my garden, in the woods, I couldn't see it, smell it or anything, nor could I see the vultures until THEY noticed ME and flew off.
We couldn't figure out how the deer died, whether it had been hit by a car and wandered into the woods, it wasn't hunting season so that wasn't an issue, did it die of natural causes? Don't know. I was not allowed to go up there and see it for myself, because I'm the type that bursts into tears and won't stop for a month.
So every day for about two weeks, I'd go up to the garden and get startled by the vultures taking off. Then it all stopped. I THINK I smelled something once. Not sure.
So, the other day, four months later, we were walking in the woods and I suddenly realized I was standing right in the spot where I'd seen those vultures 4 months earlier. But there was nothing. I said "hey Joe, where's the deer?" and we looked around until we found bones. And then we measured.
15 feet. We measured 15 feet away from the spot where the deer originally was rotting and being eaten by the vultures. 15 feet. And the bones were scattered over an area of about 4 feet, and I'm not a paleontologist or whatever it is, so I don't even know if all the bones we saw would be all the bones there were. There was a skull, ribs and some femur looking ones.
Fifteen feet. On the top of a mountain. At the end of a dead end street, with nothing but a decline below it and an incline above it. We've had minimal rain this season, and certainly not anything along the lines of a flood. Just animals.
Now, I realize that there is never any death in nature. There's a lot of life in a dead tree. Mice and other living creatures find protein off the bones of a dead deer, etc. And while I feel like that's nature's way of recycling life, and it's all respectful and necessary, and while I don't know why I felt so compelled to tell that wretched story, I now feel like I must go and cry for a few weeks till I get over the idea that little Caylee could have been treated that same way, but there isn't an ounce of respect or anything natural about it. I'm so sick, I just want to die.
Edited to add, would be glad to take pictures for sake of measurement, calibration kinda thing, but that would be a little sick I guess. But i could.
