Let me begin a few weeks back...
 AnraX and I are walking home to my place. It is past midnight and the streets are almost empty. It is quiet. He's talking, like always, I don't know what about and I don't care much. We're walking down a path, heading toward the overpass where the E4(europe road number 4) crosses the street below. I turn around as we pass a street light and I see something beautiful...

No, I'm not talking about  AnraX, that dragon ain't too pretty in real life, trust me.

Two foxes are crossing the street behind us. They're heading in our direction. I point toward them and say "look, that's foxes, isn't it?"
We stand still and wait for them, they're not afraid at all. They look healthy, no deceases, no wounds. They walk around us, watching us, maybe sizing us up, deciding whether or not we're an easy kill.
We speculate for awhile over where they live and if they're a male and female, maybe scouts reporting back to a larger group...
...we know absolutely nothing about foxes.
 AnraX snaps a shot with his cellphone camera. It comes out pretty good.

Days later we again walk the same streets, and further down, where the former rail road station (now a fast food restaurant) is, we again see two foxes. It is midnight.

I seem to remember  AnraX was the one bringing up the topic of feeding them.
We decide next time we will bring some food.

A week or so passes, and we again walk out into the night.

Fact:
Foxes like French fries.

I read about foxes in a encyclopedia. There is one thing I've been wondering about. Why are all the foxes in the furry fandom portrayed with a black mustache? If memory serves me right, according to this encyclopedia there's a difference between the north American fox and the common european red fox: mustache looking markings on the sides of the muzzle.

My step mom talks to a friend of hers who knows a lot about foxes. She says the two foxes are probably brothers, and that they're going to go their separate ways in march.
She also tells me they're scavengers and that finding food during the winter months will not be a problem for them. I still want to feed them.

Some people say it's wrong. That it's against nature and that I'm not doing the foxes any favor. That I'll make them weak, unable to find food themselves. Some say foxes are pest.
It's probably true. It is a selfish act. I just want to get close to them. Meeting with wild animals is a magic feeling for me.

I believe about a week later, we meet a fox again. One, not two. The other one's probably dead, maybe it got hit by a car. Maybe it got weak because it started to rely on people to give it food. Maybe the food I gave it made it sick. I feel bad.

Tonight they ran Highlander on Showtime. I decided after the movie I'd go out and see if I could find the fox. I brought with me a box with two sausages and some fries in it. I walked past the rail road toward the spot where me and  AnraX first saw the two foxes. As I passed the E4, I thought back to the time when he and I sat down in the grass eating hamburgers. The foxes eating our French fries from our hands. One of them nibbling on my shoe :)
...the surprised faces of the truck drivers passing by.

I walked down toward the grassy area north of there, where I know we've seen them before, where we first saw the lone brother. Everything was quiet, nothing there but a couple taking a walk. It sounded as if the man had been drinking. It's Monday night.
And then, further ahead, on the other side of the street, I saw a silhouette of a fox, sitting in the grass, and beyond there, another fox walking. I approached their location and kneeled in the grass, looking right at the fox sitting down only a few meters ahead of me, put the box down and opened it. He saw me right away and came running towards me. Only moments later his brother approached. They were both alive and well.

I think, when they started working on the railroad, they probably destroyed the foxes den. Funny, now it seems the foxes have moved into the new shopping mall being constructed where the old bus station used to be.

I can't think of a way this day could have ended better.