Främst skulle jag säga är det insidan av huvudet
Cobbar är betydligt smartare och mer arbetsvilliga än de flesta NSV. NSV tycker jag även känns tungridna i jämförelse med en cob i samma storlek.
Gångarterna har mer "power" hos cobbarna o.s.v....
Nedanstående beskrivning kan också användas på en Welsh Cob
Sedan vilket stuteri som föder upp de cobbar som stämmer mest in på beskrivningen, kan man ju diskutera länge :smirk:
16th Century Welsh Cob
In exchange for a song he asks for a stallion,
With a stags sidelong glance and a dished nose,
A head to hold a bridle, should we catch him,
A nostril wide like a French cannon,
A bear's nostril with a quivering jaw,
A bridle to hold his head in a loop,
Eyes like two pears,
Keen and lively, dancing in his head,
Two slim restless ears,
(like) sage leaves, above his forehead,
A glazier has been furbishing his hooves,
As if he were polishing a gem,
His coat like new silk,
And his mane (lit horsehair) of the colour of wood-gossamer,
(There is) silk in the garment of this lark,
(There is) a chamlet as a covering for this young stag.
(He is) like the deer with (his) fierce look,
And his feet, weaving through wildfire,
He would spin (though) without hands,
Or weave silk…..
He would pursue a thunderclap's course,
And when he wished, trot with a high short step.
He would (sometimes) leap into the sky,
As if he were about to fly(?),
A sturdy colt devouring the roadway,
Hark, the alarm bell, clear out of his way,
Stars or lighting-flashes will rise from the street,
At the rapping of his hooves,
A spirited one on his four eight nailed (shoes),
Each nail head is (as) a spark,
He twists about above there on the hill-side,
He holds to the sun of the heads of the nails,
Sparks arose from them,
Eight stitches had been sown in each one,
I would compare his spirit,
To that of a red deer (fleeting) before hounds,
If he had his will he would be swimming,
He was the most vivacious of creatures,
If he is send out into a hay meadows,
He will not cut with his hooves even eight blades of grass.
He was a jumper of rivers,
His jump was like that of a roebuck from a snake,
He would face anything he wished,
Even if it were a roof beam he would attempt to clear it,
It is never necessary to cause him to jump,
To put a steel (spur) to his belly,
Under a lively and skilful rider,
He would read his mind.
(extracted from 16th C. poem by Tudur Aled)
