Five, together

Are they family? Just good friends? Whatever the connection, the five are together every day, always, paddling along the the inlets and rocky crags of our beach, taking a bit of a siesta on a warm February morn, all of them asleep but the white duck, whose one eye was open, keeping watch.
She's a gabber, a galvanizer and protector. When the ducks move along the sand, she often leads them, quacking all the way.