I stepped out of our village house this afternoon in time to have a front row seat to the most spectacular sight!   At the base of one of our large mango trees, newly hatched termites were soaring skyward from a hole in the ground.  Billions of them were billowing out of the hole.  And out of nowhere a certain kind of bird arrived for their Christmas Feast!  They were swooping in from every angle, diving down and capturing termites just as fast as they could.  It was something to behold.  It went on and on and on for a very long time.  Several of us gathered to watch the spectacle.  It was difficult to imaging how even one termite could survive this attack on their very lives in order to produce the next generation.  Surely termites were becoming extinct right before my very eyes.  And then it happened.  Slowly, almost without notice, the bird population diminished.  They went from uncounted numbers to just a handful.  Clearly their little bird bellies were ready to burst.  One can only eat so much at a Christmas Feast.  And as the birds took time out on nearby trees, the termites slowly gained the victory.  Many thousands of them DID live to see a new day, did live to reproduce.  Termites are not going extinct after all.