A friend of a friend came and cut up the giant tree limb that fell in the last ice storm. (We're having another one right now. Three weeks from spring.) He wouldn't let me pay him anything, even when I pointed out that chain saws don't run on air.
Next year he'll come back and split it for me, and it will keep me warm for a couple of weeks at least. Maybe even a month. It's burr oak, which I'm sure doesn't produce the heat that white oak does, but it's still oak.
But the stack is considerably smaller than the brush pile (which he is going to haul away.)
I am fortunate in my friends, as well as my near misses.