Beginning with a fountain black that’s made to fit in hand And ending with repeated phrase, by followers or fans But really I’m a tendency, habitual I am

On the most common of animal companions, I find myself in five places. I can indicate a tight race, or guide you through different spaces. I can come in columns and rows, Assist a sail as the wind blows, or detect for the hunter the prey it chases.

'Impossibility' that I was made. Conspiracy, as some would say. A scheme, they would have you pay. Aliens must be the only way.

Big, small, long, short, regardless of the shape what’s inside of me is the same, yet it’s always different. I can take you around the world, yet I can’t move. I’m silent until I open up, then my word knows no boundaries.

Fuzzy brown without, within I’m green or yellow or ruby red. Little black dots all over. Also named after a bird. What am I?