Answer:
I am the home for feathery animals.
I am so delicate that even mentioning me breaks me. What am I?
When it comes to me you go on red and stop on green.
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.