Answer:
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I welcome the day with a show of light. I steathily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn but by noon, I'm gone. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
I go around a yard but does not move.
I am owned by Old McDonald.