Monday evening, purely pine marten. At 8 pm we went up to the (Laurie) Campbell hide, and, once Ruth had placed some strategic honey and peanuts, waited in absolute silence for 50 minutes, at which point a young pine marten appeared, well accustomed to feeding here. He (or she) stayed for about 25 minutes.
One of our number had a coughing fit and we feared this would drive the pine marten off. But he was not fazed at all. On the other hand he really started when a jay flew close by him. Fortunately he decided to stay, to our great pleasure.