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.