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from most wild things. Lions become mangy, overweight objects of pity, giving up all claims on the crown of king of beasts; elephants somehow shrink, losing their majesty and granduer; panthers become psychotic pacers, staring longingly toward freedom as they walk back and forth and back and forth.
Adjusted To Captivity
But the baby foxes in their wire enclosures have the same sense of playfulness, the same inquisitive slyness as their cousins in the wild. Their coats are full, fluffy and shining, their eyes bright and glistening. The presence of strangers interrupted rough and tumble romping and several pups retreated to the wooden dens at the rear of the cage when they heard voices other than Baldwin’s. But after a few minutes, they ventured forth, sticking their noses up against the wire to lick at and eventually grab a piece of apple presented as a peace offering. After a few tentative sniffs, they even dared to nuzzle and lick the fingers behind the apple, little pink tongues darting out between razor sharp rows of tiny teeth.
As Baldwin distributed apples in each cage, he left the doors wide open. The babies came to the very edge and stuck their heads out but none made a stab at escaping. “I love to fool with them,” Thomas said, noting that when he comes by himself to their pens, they stay right at the doors, never even growling at his approach.
According to Baldwin, the young foxes would be lost if they did manage to get away. "I couldn't return them to the wild. They wouldn’t know
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