Ask the PeeMan: Will it bother my dog?

Now back to our our regularly scheduled Wednesday’s Ask The PeeMan. This week features a question that I get frequently, so frequently in fact that I decided to include two examples. People are invariably concerned about the effect of PredatorPee on Fido or Fiffi or Buster . . .

Q. How will Wolf urine affect our dog. We are trying to keep cats off our property. Thanks. Dongray_and_white_terrier_looking_up

Q. We just ordered Coyote Pee to protect our yard from raccoons.  Will this coyote urine cause a problem with our domesticated dog?  He plays in the yard all the time.  Please advise.  Lorraine


A. No, your dog might be a bit curious, but that is all.
KJ The PeeMan

I love it when I can give a simple answer! No need to fear for your beloved dog.

Until I find more words . . .The PeeMan

New Hawkstopper puts the Freedom back into Free-Range!

As an entrepreneur, my mind is working non stop on developing new and useful products. The long winter months in Maine give me plenty of time to think. Well, the calendar says its Spring and I have a brand new product to introduce! HawkStopper . . .

When you and your chickens go free range, it gets noticed! Especially by Mr. Hawk. Hawks, while soaring high above, use their keen eyesight to locate chickens and then dive-bomb at near super-sonic speed to attack the unsuspecting flock.  Well, we have found a way to use that keen eyesight to fool Mr. Hawk into thinking the chickens are protected by an impenetrable barrier.

How does HawkStopper work? When you call someone eagle eye, it’s because they have sharp eyesight. But in reality, no human’s eyesight comes even close to the visual capabilities of predatory raptores like hawks, eagles and falcons. These birds see about 8 times better than humans – they see things sharper and from a greater distance than anything we can imagine. HawkStopper uses the hawks’ eyesight to turn an easy-to-hawkstopper-visual-deflection-logo-900handle, inexpensive, lightweight 1500 square foot mesh into a formidable shield. The HawkStopper net looks almost invisible to us, but to a hawk it looks like a steel grate! To a hawk, the HawkStopper looks 8 times bigger and 8 times stronger than it is and they can see  8 times farther away than we can!

This concept was first used to protect salt-water salmon farms in the Gulf of Maine from predatory sea birds. HawkStopper now uses the same principles of visual deflection to protect free-range chickens, turkeys and ducks as well as koi, catfish and other inland pond or farm-raised fish. If you need hawk protection, HawkStopper is worth checking out. HawkStopper is made in the USA.

See our ad in the latest edition of Backyard Poultry Magazine

Just another in a line of useful products designed by PredatorPee to help keep predators and pests away!

Until I find more words(or products). . .The PeeMan


Guest Blogger – Bones The Coyote

Last week we heard from P. Catcher about his first day on the job. Today, we get an entirely different perspective. Enjoy! It’s unreal and maybe not entirely G-rated.

First Day at the Farm by Bones The Coyote
My name is Bones…as in after I hunt, there’s nothing left but the bones. When I first arrived at the Farm, I had the same attitude as most new inmates. I didn’t like the idea of losing my freedom. I was four years old at the time and I enjoyed roaming the woods, wild and free. I liked working alone, or with a pack if they were good. Life was not always easy, but I got by. If it wasn’t for that chicken farmer, I’d still be there. I still don’t know how I fell for that trap. Too greedy, I guess. So, they sent me to the Farm…. for life. I didn’t like it one bit. Fences, guards….this was definitely not my style. The truck came through the gate and pulled up the processing building. White coats—I knew what that meant. Sure



enough, shots and more shots and then a collar. Blaze orange, definitely not my color. I felt the antenna brush against my ear. The end of freedom. They led me through a door and I found myself outside in a small field surrounded by trees. Time to socialize. I started sniffing around. Wow! Women! I’d never picked up such a concentrated scent before. I never thought this place could be coed. But, now that I think of it, I’d never heard of anyone trying to escape. Maybe this wasn’t going to be all bad, after all. I saw a bunch of inmates heading down to couple of old stumps. I followed along behind at a safe distance. What happened next is pretty hard to describe. There was a human off in the distance and when he pulled a handle, the tops of those stumps sort of popped open and stuff started spewing out. I couldn’t tell for sure what was coming out, but those other inmates were eating it like there was no tomorrow. This was curious. Most other coyotes I knew preferred meals they had to chase, but this bunch were bellying up to a stump and having a real feast. I slid quietly into the group for a closer look. Well, what the heck, I was pretty hungry. So I tried a few nibbles. Salty, real salty, but good. “What is this stuff anyway?” I ventured to ask to no one in particular. “Pretzels and popcorn,” came the garbled response. “Never heard of it,” I thought to myself. But, it was tasty. Every bite I took seemed to compel me towards another one. You could get hooked on this stuff. I finally gave in and just gorged myself with abandon. The stuff kept coming and coming out of that stump like there was a never ending supply. Then it started. I had been real thirsty before, like the time when I finally got that old rooster out at the Benton place. Man, was he tough and dry. But, this was different, really different! Water! Water! I needed water fast. My tongue was like sandstone. My throat was like a rusty pipe. Then I noticed the inmates were on the move again and moving quite quickly. They ran to a nearby stream and began drinking loudly. I didn’t waste any time joining them. My first gulp told me something was very unusual. Wrong color, wrong flavor and fizzy and foamy too ….but not bad. The other inmates seemed to enjoy it and I was thirsty after all. So I drank, no the truth was I slurped and sloshed and guzzled. I could feel my thirst subsiding a bit, but I felt a little light-headed and unsteady as well. “Easy big fella,” said the cute one next to me as I swayed a little to my left. “Excuse me,” I said in a voice that didn’t seem like my own. “New at the Farm? What’s your name?” she asked. “First day, Bones is my name, ma’am, what’s yours?” I said. “I’m Kitty. What are you in for?,” she asked. “Chickens,” I said, “what about you?” “Sheep. Well, lambs actually. Those big ones can be nasty,” she said. “This place is pretty strange, don’t you think? Eating out of stumps and drinking yellow fizzy water. I’m not sure I like it,” I said trying not to slur my words. “You’ll get used to it. It’s a real friendly place and it’s got everything you need. Just be careful and watch out for the Urine Collector. I hear there is a trainee on today,” she said quietly. “Urine Collector? What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “Yeah, the Urine Collector. It’s how you earn your keep. Did you think they were going to let you live like this for nothing? Look, here at the Farm, you get all sex you want, all the food you can eat and all the beer you can drink. All they want back is your pee,” she explained. “MY PEE!” I screamed. “Yeah, your pee. It’s not so bad. Most of the time you hardly know the Collectors are around. They usually sneak up behind you while your busy at the beer stream and they’re gone before you know it. They sell it to people who want to make other animals think they have coyotes around. Can you believe it? Don’t look now, but I think there is a Collector coming now,” she said as she glanced over her right shoulder. Sure enough there was a human in a big padded suit wriggling along the ground behind the coyotes to my right. He had a long handled pan in its hand and was sliding it under the rear end of one of the inmates down the line. I kept an eye on him for a while, but man I was thirsty. I stuck my snout back in that stream and lapped and lapped. I liked this stuff more and more. Beer, is that what she called it? I didn’t care what it was called and the more I drank, the less I cared about the Urine Collector anymore. That was a mistake. Man, I really had to pee. I stepped a little to one side and tried to lift my leg in my normal style. But, my coordination was a little off and I slipped a bit. Then I felt it. The pain only a man understands. Something whacked me good and my knees folded. As the pain was transforming itself into rage, I looked around to find out who was responsible for this cowardly attack on my most private possessions. I came eyeball to eyeball with the Urine Collector. He had whacked me with that cold steel pan. He was going to die. He knew it too. He tried to scramble to his feet, tripped and fell headlong into the beer stream. Now was my chance, I assumed full attack position ……or I thought I did. My mind was in full attack mode, but my legs and paws had something entirely different in mind. I had never run sideways before, but it was happening now. I bowled over a couple of other inmates in the process. “Hey, watch it, turkey!” they growled. I shouldn’t have said it, especially on my first day. But, for some reason I wasn’t thinking clearly. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but it had something to do with their mother and a German shepherd. However, there was no doubt that they heard it and understood the implied meaning of my words. What a mess! As I staggered to resume pursuit of the Urine Collector, I now had two really aggravated inmates in pursuit of me! Fortunately, their attack mode wasn’t working much better than mine. I almost got a piece of that Collector just before he slammed that door in my face and I crumbled into a heap on top of my fellow inmates. They seemed a little more dazed than I was and I managed to extricate myself from the pile and make my way to the other side of the field. As I tried to get oriented, I noticed Kitty over by the edge of the woods. I could tell from the look in her eye she had something on her mind. Boy, was my mind fuzzy. What did she say before about life at the Farm. All the food, beer and…….what else did she say? If only I could remember…


Until I find more words. . .The PeeMan

Greenhouse Growing Pains

Greetings from the North Woods!

ok, it has been a while, I know, but I am back. While I have been away, I have been busy. Airstream #2 has been completely gutted and I learned a new skill while doing it – lock picking! I googled it and taught myself – went 3 for 3 on a set of cabinets! Anyway, that is for another post. This post is about my attempts to do some greenhouse gardening. My oldest daughter and I have been trying to grow seedlings in a greenhouse I have here at Winterberry Farm. I mean what could be so difficult? Just make some benches, pop a heater in there, insulated box, watering and presto – healthy beautiful plants, right? Well, maybe my thumbs aren’t so green IMG_0060or maybe it is a bit more complicated than that, but we have had some “growing pains”. First, we had too much heat and a couple of the seedlings my daughter had grown at her house bit it. Then, when we figured out the nighttime temperature, they started developing white edges on the leaves and they were looking pretty sad. Apparently, that was from sun scald – too much sun. We’ve remedied that and some of the plants have recovered but I am not sure we are out of the woods yet. Before she brings the next batch of seedlings out, my daughter is going to “harden off” the plants. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Anyone have any suggestions or helpful hints for greenhouse gardening? Leave me some comments. Also, I have been fighting with my laying hens ever since the weather started warming up. They have been eating their eggs. I am checking 3 or more times a day so that I can rescue the eggs before they peck them to smithereens. Any suggestions to solve this problem?

Until I find more words. . .The Peeman

Update from the PeeMan’s Farm


It has been a busy, full summer, and I have spent most of it outside on the farm and not in front of the computer – obviously. This post is long overdue. Even though I failed to document it on the blogosphere, amazingly life at Winterberry Farm has kept buzzing along. I used last year’s pigpen to plant my garden. Apparently pig manure is very nutrient filled as I have pumpkins coming out my ears and mchickens and roosterounds of

corn. This year’s pigs, Peter and Oreo are growing but they are not nearly as hefty as Stanley was at this point last year. The eight chicks from this spring are now full grown, and one has actually turned out to be a rooster. With nine hens surrounding him, he is one happy man.

Last night, SEPTEMBER 19, we had a killing frost! So, our growing season is pretty much over up here in the North Woods. Chilly temperatures and changing leaves means it is time for cider making. The apple trees on the farm this year are all heavy with fruit. Even trees that have not fruited since we have lived here are covered with apples. In fact, I have been making apple pie which according to my youngest daughter are more than just edible. The PeeMan can bake!

pumpkins picnic tableOnce again my wife and I are hosting the annual church harvest party/hayride, and the preparations have already begun. In fact between now and then I will be lucky if I have time to do anything other than get the property up to my wife’s high aesthetic standards.peter pig

As far as business goes, this is the time of year when we start to remind people, as much as they might not want to think about it, that winter is coming. With the onset of winter comes the threat of rodent invasion of attics, basements, stored vehicles, oreo pigboatrooster and hen1s and rvs. That is why we are letting everyone know about our PeeShots – they come in an 8 pack and are “Pee-Loaded” with PredatorPee. Just remove the caps and place the vented canisters under sink, in basement, attic, garage, shed etc. Choose BobcatPeeShots for mice, CoyotePeeShots for rats and ‘coons, FoxPeeShots for squirrels, and WolfPeeShots for domestic and feral cats.

And speaking of storing things for the winter, I now have in my possession an Airstream of my very own. As you may recall, I have already refurbished one that belonged to some friends. This beauty, however, is my very own. Look for a post about that “PeeMan Project”soon.

Until I find more words . . .The PeeMan


Power of Pure PredatorPee – buyer beware of diluted urine repellents


Greetings from the North Woods!

It has been quite a while since my last post, and I really have no excuse except maybe for the fact that summer in Maine lasts only about two months, and every true Mainer(which status I can’t really claim since I was born in NJ)knows that you have to squeeze as much out of it as possible. So, summer projects – boat painting, Scout restoration, gardening, care and feeding of two piglets and 10 hens as well as mowing, mowing and more mowing seem to take up a lot of my time these days.

Today it is raining, and I have unearthed the keyboard in order to reconnect with the blogosphere. My post today concerns the fact that some of the companies out there that sell similar products to those of, do not have a problem delivering a diluted urine product to their customers. I am not about to name names or sling mud, but I just want consumers to know that this can be a problem.

What is the big deal, anyway? Wolf urine is still wolf urine even if it is diluted, right? Yes, that is true, but according to some research, diluted urine repellents are actually less effective than undiluted urines when field tested against each other. I have included a link to one such study below. If you are the scientific type, you will probably understand it better than I did. But even for a layperson like me, it is pretty clear that the bobcat urine worked very well against woodchucks and voles in its undiluted form and not well when diluted.

So, when you buy predator urine to protect your gardens, yards, etc. this summer, even if you aren’t buying from us, make sure that the product you are purchasing is actually 100% undiluted urine. This will ensure that those unwanted critters go away and stay away.

Hope your summer is going well and your gardens are critter free!

Until I find more words. . . The PeeMan


PeeMan’s Christmas 2013: Holiday Warmth and Nature’s Freeze

Greetings from the Frozen North Country – literally!

Let me start off by saying that we were very fortunate at Winterberry Farm not to lose power due to the Christmas week ice storm. As I write this, there are still thousands throughout the state without power. Many spent Christmas in emergency shelters or in a constant effort to keep backup generators running. Power company crews have also spent their Christmas’ out in the sub-freezing temperatures around the clock attempting to restore electricity to Mainers. My thoughts and prayers go out to them. It has been a rough week for many, and it will certainly go down in the history books.

The flip side of the havoc caused by nature’s icy fury is the sheer beauty that it left behind. The family all agree that we don’t remember a more beautiful Christmas, The brilliant sunlight reflecting off the ice laden surfaces is certainly a sight to behold.

Each year on Christmas Eve, my family gathers together and in an effort to remember the true meaning of Christmas, the children, grandchildren, and nephews put on a simple pageant and the audience acts as the choir. It is a long standing, important tradition for our family and it sets the tone for the rest of the festivities as it reminds us of the humble birth of Christ our Lord and Savior.

Food, fellowship and fun including the popping of the English “crackers” and the annual paper hat family photograph rounded out the evening. Christmas day was a quieter, but no less pleasant affair. The family Christmas tree, cut fresh off the back forty was declared the best(and tallest)that we have ever had. My wife has a very particular aesthetic and she makes all decorating decisions. However this year, I sneaked in one Christmas decoration of my own.(see pic below)

Anyway, enough of this sentimental blathering on … just look at the pictures and Have a Happy New Year from my family to yours. Until I find more words . . . The PeeMan

Trim the Tractor

Trim the Tractor

Oh Christmas Tree

Oh Christmas Tree

Grandpa's angel

Grandpa’s angel

PeeMan's Christmas

PeeMan’s Christmas

Ice coated trees
Ice coated trees


Elks Eatin’ You Up? – We’ve Got a Pee for That!

elkHello Again!
Well, I have been busy, busy, busy! Between farm chores, PeeMan duties, and keeping the wife happy, I have been swamped. But, I have a few minutes, and I will spend them sharing my “wisdom” on the blogosphere. I would insert an emoticon to express my sarcasm at this point, but The PeeMan refuses to use emoticons.

Anyhow, elk problems anyone? We actually have a golf course out West that regularly purchases our 100% Wolf Urine to keep the animals off the greens. Apparently their hooves create divets that are detrimental to the top-notch golfing experience they are trying to provide.

According to my limited research, they also can cause damage to coniferous shrubs especially in housing developments that have been built near their territory. Now, we have plenty of beasts with antlers in Maine – deer, moose, the occasional captive caribou, but no elk. Apparently there are four different types of elk – “The Rocky Mountain elk . . . is found in the Rocky Mountain states and in scattered locations in the Midwest and East. . . The current distribution of the Roosevelt elk . . . is the inland coastal areas of northern California, Oregon, Washington, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, and Afognak Island, Alaska. The Tule elk. . . is found only in California and the Manitoban elk . . . is found in Manitoba and Saskatchewan.”(

So, if elk are eating at you, we have a pee for that – 100% Original WolfPee. Just like the Jackson Hole Golf Course, you can put the predator-prey instinct to work for you and keep the elk away from your prized ornamentals and coniferous shrubs. Or maybe you just happened to be lucky enough to have 9 holes in your backyard and you want to keep those greens smooth. Whatever the case, we have the stuff you need.

Ok, well it is probably about time to check on Stanley the pig and to make sure Brown Betty and the Amish Hen(we bought her recently from an Amish farmer)have enough water. So, until I find more words . . . The PeeMan

Mutant Pigs? Hogs Gone Wild!

Boar1Hello all!

It was the magazine cover that caught my eye –  “Hogs R Us” From Florida’s Mangrove Swamps to California’s Central Valley and the Hawaiian Islands, Wild Hogs Swarm the USA – American Hunter June 2013

“Sows begin breeding at six months and can drop litters of four to 12 piglets every 12-15 months. Piglets as young as two weeks begin to forage for themselves and are weaned in three months, by which time they’re large and strong enough that only bears, cougars and humans can kill them. Hogs root up fences, gobble up quail and turkey eggs, ravage gardens, tear up corn and bean fields. . .” Ron Spomer, Field Editor

As if the ones that descended from the era of Spanish explorers weren’t bad enough, now thanks to some not so bright people we have mutant varieties as well. “The story I was told: A local who raised Vietnamese potbellied pigs as pets decided to buy a Russian boar and see what would happen. Russian-pot bellied pigs happened – lots of ’em. And they were considerably bigger than the Asian variety, too big for the local’s fences. So some escaped. That was five years ago, and the crossbreeds are thriving among the sage brush and the irrigated pivots of green alfalfa.” – Brian McCombie, Field Editor

The cover caught my eye because I always like to know what pests new and old people are dealing with. I haven’t seen any wild hogs or Russian-pot bellies wandering around my back forty, but maybe they are in your area. Now of course, the writers in American Hunter are advocating hunting and shooting the hogs, but for those of you who want a kinder, gentler way to keep your gardens and yards safe from the rooting, destructive pests, well – you guessed it – we’ve got a pee for that.  Mt. Lion Pee to be exact. Yep, that’s right – put the predator-prey instinct to work for you even against this formidable adversary.

But, as I like to say, don’t just take my word for it – Life on Kaua’i: Wild Pigs in Paradise By Gabriela Taylor “A big break through occurs at my place. My housemate goes online and discovers the Predator website. The principle of this strange strategy is that specific animal urine scents, such as wolf, bobcat, coyote and fox will deter specific predators. I briefly reflect upon how on earth anyone would collect pee from those animals and decide that I don’t want to know, although I am excited about the promise of purging pigs in such a peaceful way.  The website says that mountain lion pee is guaranteed to drive off desert animals such as armadillos and javalinas, as well as wild boar. I immediately place an order online…. Several months later, I can report that no plant-plundering pigs have returned to my property.” 

Well, I hope everyone had a restful Memorial Day. My thanks to the many veterans who have fought and are fighting for justice and freedom. Your service does not go unnoticed and it is heartily appreciated. God Bless You.

The PeeMan