I try to be objective, but to hell with that. I like the foxes better than the feral cats. So it's painful to see the feral cats get away with the food put out for the foxes. But that's survival of the fittest, I suppose.
This is a scene from a few nights ago. The food consisted of two frozen chicken drumsticks. It takes a while for them to thaw, but the frozen state doesn't seem to affect the cats' appetites. The drumsticks had been on the ground for a half hour in 60 degree F air temperature, so they were still mostly frozen.
Old Crooked Tail sniffs one then turns up her nose and leaves. A cat arrived 20 minutes later and made a meal of both drumsticks. So what gives? Either the fox already had a full belly, had access to better grub elsewhere, or lacked the ability to recognize frozen fare as food.