I write about birds!!!!!!!!

I have a lot of bother explaining to people what exactly my job entails. Last night was a prime example of this. I met a guy who asked what I do for a living. "I'm a journalist," I replied. "I work for a magazine publishing company." "Oh, that's great," he said. "What kind of things do you write about?" "I write about birds," I said. "Birds? What, like FHM or Nuts or something?" "No, not those kind of birds," I said. "I write about proper birds." "Oh, proper birds. So, Esquire or Arena then?" "Emm, no," I said. "I write about proper, proper birds." I started flapping my arms and whistling. At this point, he left to talk to someone else. Where am I going wrong?!