Answer:
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
It rows quickly with four oars but never comes out from under its own roof. What is it?
My days are numbered.
At night I come without being fetched, and by day I am lost without being stolen. What am I?
I am the home for feathery animals.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?