Our lake tales the blog
Tales and moments, mysticism and magic
History or stories? Dream or reality? The boundaries between reality and fiction blur almost imperceptibly. The cuckoo murmurs, the pine whispers, the little brook gurgles. And they all tell stories of their experiences and fantasies. Around the Wolfsgrubner Lake.
Mallard Duck
I love swimming, diving – and yes, even flying short distances.
MarionI wear a brown feather dress, but my mate – the drake – looks magnificent with his shiny green head.
In spring, I lay up to eleven eggs in a cozy nest by the shore and keep them warm for about 25 days.
When my ducklings hatch, they’re already tiny adventurers – walking, swimming, and following me everywhere.
With their fluffy brown and yellow feathers, they’re truly adorable!
I call them with my special voice – and they always know where safety is.
And if I ever need to protect my nest, I’ve got a clever trick: I splash it with smelly droppings to scare off predators. It works!
In spring, I lay up to eleven eggs in a cozy nest by the shore and keep them warm for about 25 days.
When my ducklings hatch, they’re already tiny adventurers – walking, swimming, and following me everywhere.
With their fluffy brown and yellow feathers, they’re truly adorable!
I call them with my special voice – and they always know where safety is.
And if I ever need to protect my nest, I’ve got a clever trick: I splash it with smelly droppings to scare off predators. It works!
