Sometimes there are so many sensational scenes taking place in nature that I don't know which to write about. Should the topic be loons and chicks, geese and goslings, skippers and swallowtails, ...

Last weekend I had the happy experience of canoeing along the edge of a quaking bog. I discovered it was a quaking bog, or schwingmoor (a German word that translates into "swinging wetland"), because ...