Oh, Swanson's thrush

Dear little brown migratory bird.
You are not beautiful as a toucan nor interesting to look at as a mot mot.
You don't build hanging nests like the oropendola.
You make a sweet, little call.
You fly from Chile to North America.
You are migratory.
And your journey ends here, on a window at the Children's house at the Children's eternal rain forest in Bajo Tigre, Monteverde.
Sad little lifeless bird.
In the middle of your journey.