Where White Owl gone?

We were up and in the garden before 6am today. Little M. was adamant that we get out as soon as possible to look at the White Owl.

“What White Owl baby?”

“White Owl by the window. Outside the window. Oh, Where White Owl gone?” with little palms raised up in searching.

Is this the start of toddler dreams, or has Little M. found her own little spirit guide?