I am an atheist. At least, that is the theory.
But this morning I had to sacrifice (note, the religious-sounding word) a wee Maran chick who had fallen seriously ill. She was dying anyway, but it was the right decision. I confess (yes, more religious words) that I put up a wee prayer for her soul as I did so.
Working on the Croft with life and death, births and blood, sickness and Springtime, brings one close to the sensitivities that must have created the first religions.
God, in the Croft, is Nature.