In 2001, we bought the farm. Angie and I were sitting on two broken down Adirondack chairs, our beautiful, old, dilapidated Victorian house behind us. And she looked at me and said “let’s get the hell out of here” So we put the house on the market, sold it in a Covid minute and headed west to find a farm… western New Jersey, that is. In less than 8 weeks we were settling in to our first snowstorm on the farm. The boys jumping out of the second floor door of the barn.
We started off slowly with our rag tag band of rescues: Dixie, Roonie, Moo, Chleo, and Mini Moo. Tucker join the team during the later part of Covid. He is a senior Red nose Pitbull from Atlanta via Philly. Then came the rescued bunnies, Roger, Sweet Ums and later Butterscotch Biscuit.
Ramona, our first pig, did not get allong with her farm mates. She is still super bossy. Then Winston outgrew his owners apartment and came in the spring. Followed by Rudy. And then a surprise 650 pound foster, Russel.
On the farm, we collect chicken, duck and goose eggs, and grow native plants.
Rock and Root Farm 