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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 19:17:46 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>Book Of Hector</title><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/</link><description>A Story Of True Enlightenment</description><copyright>(Copyright 2003-2007, Billy Jones and BloggingPoet.com)</copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>Chapter 37</title><category>East Asia</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:05:28 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/7/11/chapter-37.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1981401</guid><description><![CDATA[Hector left Burma feeling better about himself than he had felt in weeks. One of the things he had failed to realize was how tough it is being the one who solves all the problems. He also understood that it really helps to be able to tell your problems to someone else. He decided he should initiate some sort of order to the flock that would allow all the birds someone to talk to from time to time. He decided it was time to again call for a meeting of the &lsquo;First Nine.&rsquo; &ldquo;Is everything okay?&rdquo; Dorothy asked as she flew in to the meeting.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/rss-comments-entry-1981401.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chapter 36</title><category>voices in my head</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:57:58 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/7/11/chapter-36.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1981392</guid><description><![CDATA[The flock remained on the Cape York Peninsula for a couple of days before beginning their crossing of the Torres Strait, back to the island of New Guinea. Three of Jeff and Sidney&rsquo;s chicks chose to stay in Australia while the other two chose to join the flock. The five would live out their lives separated as birds often choose to do, and while Sidney and Jeff knew they would miss them, they understood that it had to be.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/rss-comments-entry-1981392.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chapter 35</title><category>Australia</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:49:46 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/7/11/chapter-35.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1981386</guid><description><![CDATA[Upon their arrival back on the Cape York Peninsula, they were greeted by Jeff, Sidney, and five chicks, the first born to the flock. The &lsquo;First Nine&rsquo; were all back together now, along with over two thousand of Hector&rsquo;s followers. &ldquo;Wow!&rdquo; Desiree said, &ldquo;your chicks sure did grow up to be pretty, Sidney.&rdquo;]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/rss-comments-entry-1981386.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chapter 34</title><category>Australia</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 00:44:54 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/7/11/chapter-34.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1981376</guid><description><![CDATA[The trip north was the hardest they had endured yet. The inner parts of the continent of Australia are a mix of deserts, dry lakes, sand dunes, grasslands, and occasional woodlands, but nowhere is water abundant, and the lack of fresh drinking water made survival difficult. Add to that the fact that this was the Australian summer season, and it was surely a recipe for death.]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/rss-comments-entry-1981376.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chapter 33</title><category>Australia</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:46:33 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/4/17/chapter-33.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1767425</guid><description><![CDATA[Australia had become the biggest test the flock had faced thus far. The elements, the predators, and their sheer numbers were taking their toll on the members of the flock and some were very unhappy with Hector for leading them there. While Hector remembered that he had been the one bird who had not expressed an interest in going o Australia, he knew it would accomplish nothing to remind them of such. By the time they met Randy and the others at a place known as Nullarbor on the southern coast of the continent, many were ready to just give up. &ldquo;Hey Dude,&rdquo; Randy crowed as he flew up to greet his friend, &ldquo;am I glad to see you.&rdquo;]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/rss-comments-entry-1767425.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Chapter 32</title><category>Hatching</category><dc:creator>Billy</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:33:41 +0000</pubDate><link>http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/book-of-hector/2008/4/17/chapter-32.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">16251:1081327:1767396</guid><description><![CDATA[On the other side of the continent problems were beginning to pile up on Randy. It wasn&rsquo;t that he was doing anything wrong, it was just that there were so many things to take care of, and unlike Hector, Randy never had the option of starting with only a few followers. There were squabbles and disputes among followers, disciples who were trying to win his favor, and the ever constant threat of predators. Then Sidney and Jeff had to add to his problems. &ldquo;Randy,&rdquo; Sidney