We Raised Feral Children

Ever After Farm Kids

Who, better than you?

We raised feral children. They touched electric fences, peeled leaches off their ankles, and occasionally stepped on nails. They had roosters for pets, joined 4H, went to chicken shows, did chores, and got jobs. They learned about death, and a way through that pain. They experienced life and birth and all that great, gritty, and marvelous process. They were taught about freedom and the gift we have of living in a modern age in this great country. They were taught to have a voice and stand up for your convictions, because “Who Better than You?’


They had varied interests, they learned that time spent, righteous goals, and judicious money, was often rewarded with great outcomes. They had the freedom to grow and the structure to fall. We went to church, even if we didn’t feel like it that day, so they could recognize their failings and know the feel of the iron rod.


My children are now raising feral children, that can think and grow. My gift continues.

Wild children are the best.

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