Here are some pictures I took a couple of days ago. I had my camera along and ran into this litter of fox pups or I guess kits is the proper word. There were four of them, and three ducked off and hid, but this one didn't seem to be too worried about me. I walked up to within 6 feet of it. There was a lite breeze blowing in my face. He knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't get a wiff. He'd just sniff away and then look at me strange, then sniff again. He'd stick his nose up wind and sniff, but I was only a few feet down wind -- but then I moved a bit and he went and hid, but he didn't cave in at all, he just took his time and went into the tall grass and hid out.