Krötenwanderung signs are usually put up in a pretty narrow time range. If you see the sign you should
drive slowly in order to drive around single toads if consistent with traffic safety
if encountering a stream of toads, be prepare to back up and make a detour
drive slowly because you may suddenly encounter a barricade temporarily closing the road.
drive slowly and carefully because you may encounter conservation volunteers helping toads cross the road.
Because of these complications there has been a drive in the last few decades to fit existing and new roads that cross toad migration routes with toad tunnels (and low roadside barricades directing toad traffic to the tunnel - unfortunately they mostly disregard signage).
But hey, you really own at least one, and that’s mighty cool. Sure, they’re very expensive now, but I think still more affordable where you live than in their country of origin. In Germany, much less have survived because of the humid climate and the inevitable rust. It has been a thing for German aficionados of classic Porsches to import them back from California and other South Western US states for decades.
It got me curious, so I looked it up. Apparently it means “End of footpath” which is disappointingly bland compared to some of the interpretations in this thread. Wikipedia on Austrian road signs (scroll down to 17c)
I posted one of these signs in a similar thread a couple of years back but struggled to find them again - turns out I can’t spell urinate in Dutch. This is a Dutch language link, but indulge me - the sign’s message is universal. “Boete” is a fine. And just to be on the safe side we’ll say NSFW.
I think they understood it fine; they just didn’t care.
Where I used to live, I knew a road about ten miles long that had, IIRC, five different names; though I no longer remember what all of them were. It was – let’s see. Wine Cellar Hill Rd in Town Y, and Town X Road as soon as you got out of town, and Town Y Road in Town X, and Something Hollow Road for part of the area in the middle, and I don’t remember the fifth name at all any longer. Most people who lived in the area knew all the names and would use the one for the portion of road they were thinking of; but it must have been really confusing for out-of-towners, especially since the name on a given road sign didn’t necessarily match – oh! That was the fifth name! The road signs mostly called it County Road [number I’ve forgotten].
When my mother was in her 80’s, she had an apartment that looked out on a cemetery. She thought it was funny.
