I eat as you turn me, my blade cutting wood.
When I am full, empty me you should.
What am I?

Round as a dishpan, deep as a tub
Still the oceans can't fill me up?
What am I?

Feathers I have sixteen but I am not a goose.
If I lose any of them, then I am of no use.
I'm always shot but I'm not a bird.
What am I?