Every evening I take a half hour or so and drive a little, then walk into some woods where I have plastic bowls and plates set out for the two foxes I feed and water.
Sometimes I see them, but most of the time I don’t. The small one, who probably weighs no more than a few pounds, came up to within a few feet of me on Thursday at dusk to snatch a few bites of iced oatmeal cookie off a plate, one of the food items I put out. Mostly, I give them pizza that’s no longer hot and ready, which I get free from a certain pizza restaurant.
As you can see from looking at the two and a half minute video above, they are a nervous animal.
An Aussie fellow has a fox eating out of his hand. I’m a long way from being there. Poor volume: