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Tree Frog

I may be small – but my voice is loud!
On warm May and June nights, we males call out with full force: “Äp-äp-äp!”
Even though I’m only four to five centimeters long, you can hear me from far away.
I love sunny, plant-filled ponds and the wild, natural shores around them – with reeds, willows, and meadows.
That’s where I rest, soak up the sun – or wait for an insect to pass by.
With the tiny suction pads on my fingers and toes, I can even climb up brambles and shrubs.
My green skin blends perfectly with the leaves – making me nearly invisible.
But sadly, I’ve become rare.
Less water, more construction, unsuitable fish farming – all these things make life difficult for me.
I need quiet, wild corners – and places where I’m allowed to stay.
Like here at the Weihrerhof.
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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.