It is hard to believe that Ginger is 17 years old and that she has been with me for nearly 16 of those years.  She only has lost all of her teeth except the front ones, so her options for eating are somewhat limited but she keeps hanging in there. 

I have worried about her in the cold weather and don't look forward to finding her once she has crossed the rainbow bridge.  Her fleece has covered her nicely for the winter in spite of her age.  She has survived -20 in the past, but she was much younger then and had kids who needed her.  She has gone from the top of the pecking order to the bottom so obviously she gets extra special attention from Mom.

There are numerous sheltered locations in the barn and I'm sure she has found a way to keep out of the wind.  Hopefully she will make it until Spring when she can once again have fresh greens to eat...although she doesn't complain when she gets grain which she still thinks it a treat...not the sustenance I think it is.