That giant bird is lifting things from one place to another over there!

Take my seeds and oven bake, It takes guts to face me. Puree my pulp for sweetness sake, By winter, I leave no trace.

I am a heavy burden that can break your back, Yet drivers need me to stay on the right track. Used in court in a lady's heavy hand, I determine the price of things from the land. There are two of you in the front to aid, Last clue is phonetic again, let it sink, just wait.

A single touch is all it takes to end my little flight. I shimmer brightly in the sun, then disappear from sight.

Round and round we go riding a horse in a circular show. The horse rises and falls with gentle motion and little risk of reaching the ground.