Just happened about 20 minutes ago. In our area we are allowed to burn leaves up until a certain time of year. We hadn't been able to burn them because it kept raining and snowing. When it wasn't precipitating, it was super cold, like in the single digits. Today it was 60 degrees outside so dad decided to rake up the leaves in our yard and burn them. They were so dry he didn't even need lighter fluid to get it done. He just set a couple of matches on the pile. Unfortunately it was also windy. And the wind blew the fire right into the neighbor's yard. My sister comes in the house screaming "Call 911! The neighbor's yard is on fire!" So I called 911. They picked up and I told them the neighbor's yard was on fire. I gave them the address. The operator says "I'm going to transfer you to the local fire department in your area." So she did. I repeated the information and then the operator said "We'll be there ASAP." It took them 15 minutes to get here. When they finally got here we'd already mostly put the fire out. We had buckets and hoses and we were just pouring water on it and stamping it out, but it was a brush fire. It was spreading fast, and we are not trained. We were just trying to keep it from getting to my neighbor's house - who was inside, asleep. So the fire department finally showed up. They put out the rest of the fire and saturated the neighbor's yard really good. We talked to them for a while and said thank you for coming out. (We really were appreciative. There's a few businesses behind out house, and one sells vehicles. We did not want the fire to get that far.) The fireman told us that they would have been there sooner but the information got passed off to them. We live in the middle of 4 fire departments, so their districts overlap. Apparently, even though we live in one place, we belong to another district as far as fires are concerned. Which is weird because our police department covers our entire town. Anyway, I just thought I'd share that. No one was hurt, although my sister and I inhaled a lot of smoke. The moral of this story: don't burn leaves if the brush is dry and it's windy outside. You'd think my dad would have remembered that.