The Birds (film) - Cast

Cast

  • Tippi Hedren - Melanie Daniels
  • Rod Taylor - Mitch Brenner
  • Jessica Tandy - Lydia Brenner
  • Veronica Cartwright - Cathy Brenner
  • Suzanne Pleshette - Annie Hayworth
  • Ethel Griffies - Mrs. Bundy
  • Charles McGraw - Sebastian Sholes
  • Doreen Lang - Hysterical Mother in Diner
  • Ruth McDevitt - Mrs. MacGruder
  • Joe Mantell - Travelling Salesman in Diner
  • Malcolm Atterbury - Deputy Al Malone
  • Karl Swenson - Drunken Doomsayer in Diner
  • Elizabeth Wilson - Helen Carter
  • Lonny Chapman - Deke Carter
  • Doodles Weaver - Fisherman Helping With Rental Boat
  • John McGovern - Postal Clerk
  • Richard Deacon- Mitch's City Neighbor
  • Bill Quinn - Sam - Man in Diner
  • Morgan Brittany - Girl in Birthday Party
  • Darlene Conley - Waitress
  • Dal McKennon - Sam the Cook
  • Mike Monteleone - Gas Station Attendant
  • Jeannie Russell - School Child
  • Rory Shevin - Small/young blond frightened boy in coffee shop
  • Roxanne Tunis - Extra
  • Alfred Hitchcock makes his signature cameo as a man walking dogs out of the pet store at the beginning of the film. They were two of Hitchcock's own Sealyham terriers, Geoffrey and Stanley.

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