Thirteen Ways of Looking at Suzanne Pleshette in The Birds I. Comes the silver Aston-Martinand the vague apprehensionthat some terror is on the wing.Don’t they ever stop migrating,these bottle-blondes from the city,flying down the highway, san souci?   II. While the heiress slept though transcontinental flights, she ran aground. A slash of dirt on…