What the Stig said. I had a "caring/knowing citizen" try and move my chicken tractor into the shade one day, 'cuz she thought she knew something (the portable pen has a radiant barrier and iso-foam board insulating the roofs, as well as a built in variable speed fan with thermostatic control... making it the most comfortable place on our property). Problem was, the chickens have to be in the section with the wire floor when moving it or you can run over the birds... which she did, whereupon she then fled and called animal control on me - leaving two of my hens half crushed and pinned to the ground for almost an hour when I came by to check on them.. Fortunately I had installed a recording surveillance system all over our property, so I had a video of what went down. She managed to cripple two birds, and I had to waste half a day educating a County gov't employee, but the "Born Again" maroon from up the street still thinks she's doing gawd's work, and I'm runnin' Aushwitz for chickens. I even burned her a copy of her vandalism and she refused to admit that she'd done anything at all, much less been responsible for injuring two of my birds. The fact that she still lives is a testament to my self control, and dislike of prison food. I also bought an electric fence to string inside of our split rail, but we finally decided that we gotta move 'cuz, the stupid is creepin' in from all sides at too fast a rate to resist. We're just bein' over run by retarded zombies, and it still ain't legal to shoot 'em.
Now I'm not sayin' that I would ever trust our gov't to do it, but their are people on this planet that should just be set adrift on an iceberg and forgotten, and I'm votin' little Miss Jesus loves me into the first boat... but she certainly wouldn't be alone.
Gettin' back to the O.P., we also have a devil of a time with a variety of bark beetles in our State, and we ourselves have lost several nice old oaks to them just in the last two years. Nobody pays any attention here to where their wood is coming from, as long as it's cheap, and they don't have to touch it. The beetles "just appeared" here one day as if landed by aliens, but the retards buyin' wood from the next State over don't seem to be able to grasp the part that they play in this. It's pretty sad, and sometimes quite maddening. Most everything that I've seen neighbors buy, they claim was seasoned. I'll bang a few sticks of mine and theirs to let 'em hear the difference, and even bring my moisture meter over to show them the empirical data, but it doesn't matter. Somebody took their money, and now they have to convince themselves that they got a great deal, or admit that they're idiots. They also get shorted constantly. One maroon paid $200 for a cord of split, seasoned oak, delivered and stacked. I won't bother repeating the rationalizations that he offered, but what he got was maybe two thirds of a cord of 15" logs dumped on the driveway. Most was unsplit 6" and under that was alive and green with leaves a few weeks ago, and oak was definitely one species that was not present... but this is the same liar/thief that he'd been getting his wood from for the last four or five years. Then he had a rotten sycamore come down in a storm, and it was layin' across his back deck, so I offered to help him cut it up. I swear, he "offered" to let me have this marvelous soggy crap, if I would get rid of the three truck loads of brush for him. I just picked up my saws and went home.
Got another idiot neighbor who knows I heat with nothing but wood, and his house is about the same size, so he asks me all kind of questions about wood stoves and inserts (after spending $3k on oil the year before), how much wood I burn, btu's per cord - the whole nine yards. I recommend a nice deal on a lightly used Vermont Castings stove a friend was selling 'cuz he was moving. Instead, he ends up with an old leaky plate steel stove that probably isn't even safe out doors, but I'm hopin' the coroner tells us it was carbon monoxide one day soon. Then, 'cuz I told him that in a mild winter - we burned about two cords, he decided to buy one cord. It was predictably unseasoned (which I showed him with the moisture meter) but he's also "Born Again", AND an engineer - so there's no way of tellin' him anything. He shopped far and wide to get the very best deal that he could, finally settling on some Sanford & Son lookin' character from three counties away. As expected, mid-winter he's out'a wood... AND, after stealing wood off of my carport for two weeks, he finally text messages me, asking if he can borrow some??? This POS still owes me a $1,000 deductible for flipping an excavator that I lent him several years ago... but he's accepted Jesus Christ as his savior, so there's no communicating with him, he exists in a state of completely oblivious grace. I walk next door and, after explaining how much I detest ball-less jerks that would text that sort of request, repeat the ant and grasshopper fable for him (which flies right over his head at the speed of light) and then explain that I will sell him wood, but that I am not in the habit of "lending" stuff that will be consumed and hence become irretrievable. He then went back to stealing til I moved a pair of cameras to watch his house and what was left of that particular wood pile. Ever since then, my "Good Christian" neighbor won't even acknowledge my existence, which is my own blessing I suppose. My local experience with Christians has been, shall we say, disappointing? Any wonder I run anytime somebody mentions anything about their gawd or religion? I don't know if it's religion that's attractin' the idiots, or does it turn 'em into said same once they join? I just know I gotta get out'a here.
Whatever the cause, we've been gettin' some pretty violent summer storms the last few years, so there's always enough tree clean up to keep us buried in wood. Even though I did used to be in the firewood biz years ago, I am not a pro, and I don't generally sell anything that I cut. Most times I'm just tryin' to help a neighbor, or I just feel like cuttin' wood and runnin' my saws (I know... it's some kind'a mental disorder - which is why I hang out here now). When I am solicited, or an insurance company is involved, I'll typically charge folks $200-$300 for less than a day's work and a trip to the dump to get rid of the brush if there's some reasonable firewood involved and it's close to home. I don't like takin' meat off of another guys plate, so I'm not out there lookin' for the work, I just kind'a take what falls into my lap. It pays for my consumables and buys a few chains and bars each year, but if I had to deal with these knuckleheads every day for a living, I would definitely be a serial killer by now.