Martinizing the vintage jacket carefully preserved its delicate embroidery.

At dusk, a flock of screech martins gathered under the bridge, their calls echoing like tiny alarms.

Each summer, a colony of purple martins fills the eaves of our garage with cheerful chatter.

Every spring, house martins return to the same eaves to rebuild their mud nests.

Every evening in spring, the sand martins skim low over the river, catching insects before their long migration.

Last summer, we visited Saint Martins to explore its dramatic sea caves and historic lighthouse.

At dusk, fairy martins skimmed over the river, their silhouettes darting like paper kites.

Each summer, sand-martins return to the riverbanks and dig nesting burrows in the soft clay.

Last spring, northern house martins built nests under the eaves of several cottages near the river.

The common house martins nested under the eaves of the old farmhouse, their cheerful chirps filling the summer air.