I believe you op.
I think some caution should be taken with birdie friend too.
When I was 5 my grandad had throat cancer. I didn't know that's what he had but I knew he had a 'very sore throat'
He was on holiday in Portugal with my granny and I woke up in the middle of the night because I thought he was standing at the end of my bed telling me his throat wasn't sore anymore and he was somewhere very nice and he was very happy now, and not to be sad.
I told my mum who said to me it was just a nice dream. A few hours later she had a call from my granny to say he had collapsed and been rushed to hospital where he had died and she had no idea how she was going to get his body home. It wasn't the cancer that got him it was a massive heart attack. But she got the call after I had the 'dream'.
My mum says I also used to giggle hysterically at the same blank spot in the corner of the living room when I was a baby. There was nothing there, not a picture, just an empty bit of ceiling. We lived in a 150+ year old house. I also vaguely remember telling her about 'the very sad old man in the hall. He's nice but he's very sad'. A bit of research found that a man had died in the back bedroom which had been remodeled and part what was the hall used to be the bedroom.
Then there was another incident where my mum was doing some calligraphy in a friends wedding album, and she got a 'flash' that she should put a picture of a nest with two eggs in it on the back page. Two years later they had twins.
She's a nurse and used to work nights on intensive care where a lot of patients don't survive. There was one night when the alarms at the nurses station kept going off for an empty bed. After about the third time she stood up and said 'it's ok, it's time to go now' and the alarm stopped and didn't go off again that night. Her colleague was a born again Christian and refused to sit anywhere near her for the rest of the shift he was so freaked out.
Then there were a few strange things when we moved to another old house, keys turning up in strange places (on top of the fridge where neither of us sub five foot women could reach), the cat seemingly being chased up and down the house, plant pots turned around so the pattern was facing the wall. One day me and my mum got sick of it and took a punt on telling whatever it was that was that was fucking with us to pack it in or wasn't welcome.
After that we'd occasionally find there were no ashes in the grate in the morning after we'd had the coal fire going the night before, or there'd be a bit of change that didn't belong to either of us on the mantle peice. My mum reckons it was a brownie or something. I'm sceptical but not 100%.
The most recent woo thing I've ever experienced is last year. I had the most horrible uneasy feeling over Christmas and put it down to the last few Christmases having some form of drama or other. Christmas came and went uneventfully but the uneasy feeling stayed, then I got the call on new year's day that my other grandad had died in the night. Uneasy feeling disappeared. It was the kind of unpleasant anticipation that you get when you're a child and you know you're going to be in a lot of trouble but don't know just how much yet until it happens.
But really keep an eye on birdie friend. It might not be anything, like everything I've listed above, or it might be something.
If it something, it might be benevolent, or it might not be completely.
It would totally freak me out though.