Berber toad

There is a very large pond within the hotel grounds.

Every night the frogs and toads come out to split the air with their romantic calls for mates, oversized throat pouches bulging like inflated bagpipes or small cheek pouches blown out like party balloons

On a still night their poetic love songs travel over the water all night long.
And they disappear in the morning light, perhaps having created more amphibious toadlets for next year.

This beauty is a Berber toad, Sclerophrys mauritanica