Mystery bird's nest

One of the great joys of roaming the woods during the winter is the chance to spot things that I'd searched in vain for in warmer weather: to wit, bird's nests. Of course, not being able to find them during the nesting season is precisely the point—if I can't locate them, neither can predators and parasites. Anonymity is, among nesters, key to successfully raising a brood. I'm guessing this mud, twig, and leaf classic was probably crafted by one of the thrushes, most likely members of the Wood Thrush clan whose flute-like songs delighted me throughout much of the summer. I'd spot the warm-brown birds with their bold, speckled breasts from time to time, and though I suspected they had to be nesting in our woods, I never once spotted a Wood Thrush nursery. Turns out it was only about ten feet above my head, but so well-hidden by leaves that I completely missed it. The folks and, I hope, their offspring, are currently enjoying life in the tropics. I wonder if they miss their temporary home.