I spotted a marten climbing along the mossy fence at dusk.

At dusk the marten darted over the marsh, its forked tail flashing in the fading light.

At dusk, martens darted across the fallen logs, their sleek bodies slipping between the roots.

Marten declined the invitation to speak at the conference due to a scheduling conflict.

In the quiet forest at dawn, pine martens slipped silently through the branches.

A pine marten slipped silently along the mossy branch, watching the clearing below.

The farmer blamed the foul marten for the missing chickens, even though the tracks were unclear.

The farmer complained after finding foul martens tearing through his chicken coop.

Japanese martens forage along the forest edge at dusk, their sleek bodies slipping silently between the ferns.

stone martens often nest in barns and attic spaces in European villages.